i wish i could read your mind to deep dive to get to know your needs, to get to the bottom of this.
your effortless goals makes it ghostly haunting now that i can't follow this calmness without you pulling your words out.
i'm helpless and always drunk on my own tears as the tape is repeatedly playing inside my core.
but these desperate unknowns just screams, i want you.
no matter how much i bleed,
no matter how much i scratch my skin,
no matter how much i vomit into your words,
i just keep crawling back hoping, endlessly...
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
