This isn't working. I can see it now, and i can tell it won't work. I think that in all honesty, I was just trying to replace you. I like him, I do, but I look for you in everyone, because you are what I want. You are like a magnet and i can't detach myself from you. You made me feel everything and nothing, and it hurt like fucking hell but it was addicting and i'd give anything to have a taste of it again. I need to feel something, I am dry of love, I am dry of passion. I need a drop of you on my tongue like poison and maybe i'll get goosebumps and my pupils will dilate and i'll choke up with blood but that's what i want and to me, that seems so fucking twisted, and that's what you do to me.
2/6/15
6:33 p.m.
YOU ARE READING
we were calamitous
Poetry"you and i were meant to collide like silken streaks across the velvet sky, we were meant to burn burn burn and rise up again from the ashes."
