1-12-16 fifty one days clean
I feel your hot flames of affection singe my skin,
Leaving marks everywhere,
Ones that hurt so bad but I'm so addicted to you,
I can't feel the way you hurt me.
Your lips feel hollow.
And maybe that's because they are;
You are just a ghost, after all.
But what we have is more than just a haunting memory.
I'm in love with you, Change.
So in love it hurts.
But I never minded the pain.
There's a sweet side to you, though.
I'm infatuated with how safe you make me feel despite the fact that you're from the other side,
You're the wall darkness, floating somewhere between alive and dead.
But you make me feel alive.
And maybe that's all the reassurance you need.
- (m.m)
I shattered all of the mirrors, so far done with what they've given me but it also pained me that you were not standing beside me in their images. And I couldn't stand that! You're real to me. You're here. I can feel it. Someday, I'll find a way for the world to not think I'm crazy. I'll bring you to life.
- (m.m)
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Haunted (Poetry)
PoetryInside of my head lies rooms of emotions, and stories. I don't own this empire of a hotel on my own, though. If you listen and look closely, you'll find blood within every shade of red, ghosts in every mirror, and screams in every ballad. I'm haunte...
