doesn't anybody love them?
doesn't anybody care?
why did it have to be them? why does the worst happen to the best?
the questions sit on their lips as their lips sit on liquor.
questions and liquor equally strong, then cancelling out, so that they don't need to feel anymore.
they don't want to feel.
gray wanted anika so much that it consumed him.
anika wanted his body that reminded her oh so much of her lover it consumed her.
they're dancing around the strings of love, trying to find a way.
a way out? a way to each other? no, just a way.
there are all these colors of string,but there is no red.
no red to guide them, to connect them to anyone.
no red,
no red like their dark hearts.
YOU ARE READING
chimère
Poesie-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
