I am famished yet avarice for your love, it speaks in my inner psyche when a single teardrop falls between your words whenever you speak.
Your words would dissolve in my tongue, it would make an accent like raindrops dropping and I would cradle it in my palms for it reminds me of your warmth.
You would ran briskly in my core using your jaded fingertips and it would leave a trace of lava streams that ushers me to wilt.
Your fingerprints are painted in my name, so that's why your presence is still remembered in those creaky floors drenched in dust where you left the door.
I may not be a pocket full of cash, but I am still in your arms, cradling me to death.
The wind sketched your name in paper leaves, I would water it and it left wet memories of our accents that I breathe in my lungs once more.
I ponder your words like insomniac lullabies in gnarled nights, cause you breathe fire and you burnt my limbs when you said 'Goodbye'
Your love for me is like a knife left in my gut like death whispering again after it goes blunt, its palms swallows me and turning fragments of my existence into ashes like a flame
Was I stupid to give you power over tears?
or are you stupid for seeing me as made out of gold and not made out of wishes on shooting stars where it lands on the empty void where longing waves swallows it like an ark.
You cradle my fears and turn them to wounds that colors our colorless arguments with blood, it heals the rotten taste of torment you have in me in my soul.
You were a kid that plays dolls at first, then buried it in the doorstep where you'd live the rest of your life chasing others shadows and to whisper them your wishes in their dreams.
I was a house never been a home to people, instead, they would abandon me in their hearts.I am an undone drawing,
your lines are jagged enough they
leave an immortal scar.
I am a flower petal blanketed by decay,
only wisterias bloom in the
darkest nights of wilt,
the oxygen of sorrow
only kept drowning me,
not helping me to breathe.
Perhaps, it is true my frostbite
still aches after the past winter
lymph of distilled motion
on every freckled
snowflakes of treachery.
A cosmic flesh that always
burns is a clumsy cupid
that needs no helmet,
love is twitching on
each steps that
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All About Him
Storie d'amore(COMPLETE VER.) A heartbreak is an inferno eating you alive, and one of the many ways i deal with the excruciating pain is thru the play of words where i can construct trauma into unimaginable things, and this is one of my creations that wouldn't h...
