If you're willing to drink from what the devil's been sipping... Then maybe you'll figure out what the hell I've been thinking...
Your rough exterior was so sharp and sour to me. Intense and unforgiving. But as I let you sit on my tongue... Slowly you melted away into something so suddenly sweet. Leaving me with a hunger and only wanting more.
Fragments of myself have been hovering, Suspended above me in my own abyss of isolation. And all this time I've been trying so hard to grab ahold of them, Repeatedly reaching out in acts of desperation. But every time I grasped to catch them... My own touch had just pushed them farther away.
The worst thing about a code blue... Is when the doctor finally throws in the towel... And you're left there looking at an empty body... Realizing there's nothing else anyone can ever do.
I have five shells that I count one by one... Found during a time that can't be undone. You picked them by hand and gave them to me... And they take me right back to where I want to be.
You grew unnoticed like a slow growing ivy. Your deceitful emerald leaves glimmering a seductive dew. Consuming all you wanted with your twisting vines. Eventually wrapping your way around me... Whispering all of the things that you wanted to do.
All the stars we cherished togetherare now just our remnants. So when I look to the sky... Every constellation I see is still you.
After thinking about you for 208 days... You've officially become my daily ritual. And every day I pray... You become more than just a mental habitual.
We ignited each other like a pipe bomb. Our harsh words sailed into one another like shrapnel... And left nothing but ragged scars and bloodied flesh.
People may leave and places may change, but objects remain the same... So I'll keep what I can for when the time comes where I may not remember your name...