thehopelesswriter68: You echo in every part of me. When I’m in touch with the deepest corners
thehopelesswriter68: You echo in every part of me. When I’m in touch with the deepest corners of my soul, you’re the only thing that matters. Your voice alive in my eardrums, saying my name even if it is followed by a goodbye whose end none of us knows. You are the one with the power, you sit on the goddamn thrown inside the city my spirit holds. I don’t know, really. Can you tell me? What is worse? I am on my fifth, and the smoke has made my eyes so red I can barely see the constellations I boast my sky possesses, all the fucking time. My autocorrect saves my mistakes here you know. I can’t see anything else except your face as I type. That crooked nose, that lips that have forgotten their way around a curve two and a half years ago. I’m just months old and I have failed to seep into your subconscious but none of that matters when you and I fuck like wild animals, now does it? You like what you see in between my thighs and I like the story you hold in between the tension of your brows. We are falling, I, in love and you apart but we do have something in common baby. I am on my sixth but I always count plus one because you, honey, you will always be the first. There’s too much noise on the road, I connect to the desperate and desolate streetlamps more than I connect to the dim lights in my room tonight I’m stranded outside my bedroom can you recall my name? I call you everytime I can’t hold your magic anymore. You’re the one I keep close to my heart when I think of suicide but you are also the one that saves me from jumping down that railing, you’re all over my goddamn mind. The night is over, the bar is deserted and you are still empty, like my flask. We walk on moons and we are sick, sick people but even if we can’t figure out the mysteries of the Universe, we can make each other our galaxies, can’t we? You’re the first breath I take, sober and the first puff I inhale off my joint, after the vodka disappoints; we were always whiskey persons. Carry me to the purgatory, will you? We will be the only firework in the Satan’s furnace. I promise you. I always count plus one, for you are always the first to intoxicate me. -Oshee/kaya Fuck. -- source link