listen
the only thing that's on my mind is the way his words linger in my head
his soft voice
and eyes
soul
his existence
and apart from that
the darkness that possessed me
im deep in the ocean
my balance is weak
pain crawls in and out
and it disappears
like it didn't do a thing
i felt a rush
something was sleeping there
he awakened a storm when he dipped into my soul
it comes and goes leaving me sober for a while
and i see my crime scene
but because of his entity
it feels like im tasting heaven
crave to hear my name fall from your lips
that you always, i swear, always, manage to say in a thousand ways.
the process of burning me out
but it feels so damn nice
It's addictive
he's a drug
a cure
and my death
/ mAY '17
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Poésiehere's something that went through my mind a day a week a month a year ago. A never ending cycle of sadness, pain, lust and emotions but i'm still somehow sane.
