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I'm existing within and without
In my own maze, craving way out
Stuck in this genius tremendous mess
A life full of things that no one would guess

I am spreading like a flowering spurge
From the high clouds I fall and emerge
Now I can hear his every breath
As if it were my last before i meet death

Wearing my silk pajama to bed
Hearing you wandering inside my head
Singing the song i played in your car
Feeling so close but being so far

The look in your eyes makes my blood start a race
You are my tea, just a little bit laced
I need to stop drinking and running from love
But if i give into it I'll end up above

Am I still freezing in bitter regret?
Or is it the memory, the night we first met
That made me replace existing alone
With drowning my clothes in your sour cologne?

What stole the oxygen out of my heart
Maybe the same thing that drove us apart
I was your whiskey, you were my waste
As I am now drunk with my own vivid taste...

PC: Ecaterina Cleis

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