7/1/15- 00:58
Every night,
I can't escape
This time.
I can't escape this time.
Wasting,
Persistent wasting.
My frail, bitter body wasting.
Bitter. Bitter. Afraid.
I'm addicted to these 1 am blues.
Tell me that it's farcical that
I'm wasting away,
Go on lie to me.
The light touch of your palm against mine tells us that unlike me -
Passion is perpetual and infatuation is indestructible.
You can't lie,
Because I'm the noose around your delicate neck.
But don't worry,
I'm the last puddle after the rain.
I'll fade away soon, my love,
I promise,
I'll fade away soon.
