Apparently my life needs some sort of undesired consistency... An inadvertent pattern of being perused, subdued, and then emotionally misused.
I imagine you feel like a moth... Fragile, alone, and trapped in a web. So curiously I wonder... If you truly know what lies ahead.
As you left I laid my head upon the dock... Then I smothered out my cigarette... On your empty bottle top.
Please put those hands of yours upon me... And touch me the way that always lulls the pain inside of me...
Those hours turned into days, and those days became a year... And now I can only wonder... If you'd recognize the same girl, that you purposefully left here.
I miss my flowers... But for $5.99 I can make these work. ♥️
The taste of me is sure to leave pure bitterness on your tongue... Because then you'll know I'm sober... And that'll ruin all your fun.
It still astounds me how fast and unforgiving fate's hands can be. How can a life be so quickly and relentlessly taken... Without any fucking remorse?
Your body silently lays right besides mine... Creating a warmth I cannot define. My sweat begins to bead and my heart starts to pound... As I realize what I once lost has finally been found.
Sheets trap our heat with nowhere to go, and I secretly pray that you don't go slow. Please tangle your fingers in my hair my dear, and I'll say everything that you're dying to hear.