"the raven" only its about macklemore. thanks for following my blog
once inside a thrift shop dreary, while i browsed there, weak and weary,
over many a quaint and curious greatcoat of forgotten bore—
while I nodded, puissance sapping, suddenly there came a yapping,
as of some one whitely rapping, rapping at my bargain store—
“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “rapping at my bargain store—
only this and macklemore.”
I know how to be gentle with scarred hearts and hands.
I know how to rewrite the symphonies that play in the backs of haunted minds.
I know how to put out fires left burning in rib cages and suck poison out of veins.
I do not know how to be with someone who has not been cracked open and emptied out.
I know how to kiss around bruises and claw marks.
I do not know how to be the first to break the skin. Am I more scared of me or you? (via metaphorforeverything)