pink nights
blue breaths
pink nights
blue breaths
  22h  morning glory
Sir WCA
Sir WCA
Feb 11

Keep your friends close
but your enemies closer


That why I keep you
right under my nose
and right at the
edge of my skin
just above
my favorite vein

a bittersweet reminder
of the chaos

far enough away
so I don't destroy myself

just yet

You never leave my mind
although you're absent
from my blood
It's been three long years
since I've used you
as a crutch

I imagine we'll meet again
when I'm too old
to live alone
Wasting away the last
of my days
in a fucking nursing home

I'll order you like room service,
it'll be just like
old times
The nurse that brings you in,
an angel working
on the devil's dime

Institutionalized again,
the first time
to wash me clean
Another supervised rodeo,
this time
to make a fiend

I honestly can't wait

Rehab to rid myself of you, the nursing home will bring you back. I hate you almost as much as I love you.
#heroin   #opiates  
morning glory
morning glory
22 hours ago

You forget how to love her and she forgets what it’s like to feel like there’s enough oxygen in her lungs. Oddly spaced breaths and too much blinking – how can she even walk in a straight line these days? You’ll go right, knowing she’ll go left and you’ll lose sleep over it because what you think is best always turns out to be the worst mistake. And you promised her you’d stop trying to solve all your problems by drowning yourself in alcohol and in return she granted you the softness of her skin, the brightness of her smile. Without your drinks – you aren’t yourself. That’s what you tell her. She laughs and tells you she knows who you are, don't worry. And you don’t understand because you don’t even know who you are but you’ll believe just about anything if it means getting out of this and being able to hold on to her and her jasmine scent. She's just like spring; and where you live there's only ever two seasons.

my hands never stop shaking, i'm tired of winter
#love   #heartbreak   #addiction   #death   #heroin   #loss   #winter   #her   #spring   #unrequited  

With life because when she's not here
I feel like I'm dead.
I beg for another second
To wait for her
To wait for her
To wait for her love to reach my lips again.
To wait for her
To wait
For her smile and caress in my hair
To wait for my love
Because she is the breath in my breast
And without her
I wait
And plead with life
For another second
Just to hold her in my arms again.

  7d  morning glory
Aria Mundt

A day, an hour, this moment.
Nothing is ever the same as it was, nothing will never be the same again.
As the wind blows through the trees, whistling gently, you are swaying with the energy of change.
Evolution is the ticking of time, the seconds as they rhythmically and faithful carry on, no matter what.
As the sun rises, a new day begins, as it sets, it leaves the promise of tomorrow laying softly on your pillow.
Your soul knows the song the world is singing, humming along quietly, even if you cannot hear.
I have seen your fear, but you have no reason to be afraid. You are a second of time that will keep on ticking. You are the wind in the trees, the sun on your pillow.
your soul knows.

#life   #afraid   #sun   #time   #soul  

Fear is a vine that beats down across my back, leaving uneven lines and parallel marks.
Is it always the prettiest flowers that become the most deadly? You’re poisonous to the touch.
All that calms me is all that fails to bring me happiness. Your jasmine scented perfume only reminds me of a love left unanswered; of a bird too scared to lift its wings and try out flight.
Maybe I would like the cold when I wake up, a thick shield of darkness to cover up and hide the person who I was never strong enough to be.
You’ll look me in the eyes when you tell me that it’s too hard to love me. Those oceans will be replaced with dull, empty ponds but you’ll mean every word, you’ll speak as if getting it off your chest will make the sun come back.

i'm left here wondering if the sun needs the moon too.
#love   #heartbreak   #illness   #death   #flower   #her   #spring   #unrequited  

You darkness is like symmetry, with its perfect lines and unchangeable parallels.
You eyes which enchant me, like the ocean after a man has drowned at sea.
your soul plays a symphony which vibrates throughout my entire being,
leaving no space, no room to breathe – only a twilight filled melody that
escapes through the small gap of your bruised lips and into the very darkest
part of my being. Into a heavy silence dripping with blood, with regret that
lay only inside of me. A mournful mess of veins and words left unsaid, what
goes around, must come around. Your darkness is like symmetry.  
You, the black swan, are too beautiful to bear. Too perfect to swim in such filthy lakes.

i feel like i missed out on heaven and on hell. your steady breaths tell me i haven't only ruined myself, but you as well.
#love   #heartbreak   #hell   #death   #darkness   #her  
 
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