Thankful for all these raw and lovely words we spill so freely, even on the days when they don’t come so easily.
How could others ever not fear me,
When even I, myself, am afraid
of these thoughts inside my head?
Even in my dreams
My heart can’t have you
Two truths and a lie.
- I’ve lost who I am
- I’m afraid of what I’m capable of
- I only lust for you each night
My heart beats silently,
but loves ferociously.
The taste of your name on my tongue
is an intoxicating drugs of its own
and it’s safe to say I’m addicted
to everything you say and do
Is there a remedy for this pain?
For the everlasting dull ache,
slowly burning through you
and leaving you hopeless?