diamond eyes when these places are nameless,
chained in bed as the echoes of you lingering like a toxic perfume.
but eventually, i just left as i wash my skin to bones- the foolish one i made in may is now buried in the back of my mind.
i waited for the tower of wax to melt for nothing,
and that is something i should be grateful for.
because if you let yourself slide into me, i'll just doing nothing but to kill myself everytime i'm with you or even without.
that is how much i loved you but fortunately, the flowers i'm making for you for weeks had already been dried and died.
and now, i bury you with nothing left in my mind and heart.
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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.
