I crave you at 4 am
When the sun is still asleep
And it's dark and cloudy
And all the moon wants to do
Is sleep.
I crave you like how an
Insomniac craves coffee
During their late night escapades.
I crave you like an
Alcoholic craving a cold beer
After a long day at work.
I crave you like a
Recovering smoker
Craves to inhale a cigarette
And relieve the ache off their chest.
Every bone in my body
Aches for your touch
And I've become so infatuated
With the thought of you
That all I see is grey,
Clouding my vision and
I can't tell what's right from wrong.
The only thing I'm certain of
Is my craving for you
That is never satisfied.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
The thing about pain
Is that it'll lie right to your face.
It'll tell you, while looking straight into your eyes,
"It's okay, I won't hurt you again."
As it holds the knife behind it's back.
Pain will tell you that it'll leave soon,
It's only a temporary stay.
But it will have already moved in all it's things
And made a home for itself in you.
No matter how far you travel
And how long you're gone for,
You'll always meet pain again.
Pain will pretend to not know you
But it'll slowly start to go back to it's old habits.
The problem with pain is that some of us don't realize that,
Pain may become nothing but a dull ache,
It might even be forgotten for a little while,
But it's always there, ready to remind you of itself.
No matter how badly we want it to,
Pain just never goes away.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC