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?
I watched the blood trickle down
but the pain never came
and neither did the release
the blinding headlights
coming directly for you
and you lose your breath
waiting for the world to go dark
engraved into my soul
I yearn for something I’ll never have again
For something I can never get back
The nights are getting colder
– and as I lie in bed alone each night,
it’s the thought of your embrace
that ignites me from the inside
and keeps me warm
I drink you in, like red wine
until you’ve intoxicated me completely
This isn’t just me spilling ink onto paper for you
— it’s blood from old wounds and scars I tore open to finally feel again.
Buying you flowers would be an insult
— your beauty would simply put them to shame.