i was with the constellations last midnight including you,
where i just stare and watch you from my weakest vision but you made it disappear like they always were when you're in the land of mine.
i love the way you talk and smile, but you can't even put your eyes on me, not even a second.
but i'm already in the state of healing from the things you've done, it's a failed mission so you left me hanging, and now it's my goal to chase you down the road of hell.
the universe knows we can't be tied together, so i think now is the time to move along to filled my dying life with so much more than just being you.
i love you to the moon and to saturn.
but saying you're the loss of my life is crossing the line, because in the first page,
we never been together.
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.
