What does it mean when i can see you,
Standing before me when the ciggarette smoke disappears,
Why is it that i see you laughing in trippy times,
Why is it that something soo meaningless for you,
Obsses's me everywhere,
I hate it that i still have to imagine you when iam scared,
Imagine you smilling,
Pulling all the pages i can from a poisonous memory,
Slowly turning to a pathetic creep,
I fucking want to love again,
But it seems the world is against it,
Pushing me again to a cesspool of the past,
Each day is a fucking struggle,
To crawl and find someone,
Who'll love me again,
Slowly learning the peace of solace,
But i'll be honest ,
Enjoying solace doesn't comfort me everynight,
There are somedays i think its okay to turn up at your doorstep,
But i realize its better to bear a suffering,
Than turn up at a pretending person for help.
YOU ARE READING
the girl with the starry eyes
Thơ cayou remember the first time she trusted you with her body? the first time she let you explore her. your nervous and anxious heartbeats at that moment. the moments you saw her love for you in her eyes.