The glass of the picture frame reflects the face of a girl I just don't recognize... Not this way... Not tonight.
Some nights the serotonin is just depleted... Leaving the mind to wallow in some bullshit self-retreat... And it's a lonely night long shamble... Known to me as camp self-defeat.
Like old bread forgotten in the back of a cupboard... You sit there... Unwanted... Unpalatable... Unsalvageable... And ready for trash day.
I knew it'd be gray here as my mind readjusts, But this unrelenting haze is almost becoming too much. I expected this fog so I'll just have to wait it out, In hopes I'll see some gold instead of another blackout.
If you controlled the train and I laid down on its tracks... Would you reach for the brakes? Or just sit back and relax?
When you come to mind air becomes non-existent. I'm just left gagging and gasping from an invisible hand that only releases enough to prevent my complete suffocation. But still I think of you.
If I close my eyes and hold my breath, I can imagine myself back besides you. Within that moment I'm backfloating in your scent, drowning in your touch, and backstroking in your presence. But as soon as I relax and try to take a breath, I'm sucked back into the present... Once again left only … Continue reading Drowning
My fingers dig hard into the wheel, as I remember those hands that I can still feel. And I swear it's like I still see you here... With your blonde hair, hazel eyes, and lightly freckled ear. But when I blink, you'll disappear, and I'll begin to coast... Missing you riding shotgun even if you're … Continue reading Apparition
You flatter with half-truths and manipulate with lies... Only to get yourself in-betweensome lonely girl's thighs...
As you left I laid my head upon the dock... Then I smothered out my cigarette... On your empty bottle top.