He is your own brand of ******
You long to inject his love into your veins,
to feel the rush of happiness go straight to your brain.
You become addicted and you crave more,
the dosage increases.
But then it wears off and reality slaps you in the face,
he will never love you.
So you take another hit and forget for a while.
Until one day you overdose,
and now you watch over him ,
like the way you longed for him to do for you.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
I'm scared of forgetting you,
of not knowing what is true.
I'm scared of forgetting your face,
the craving for your embrace.
I'm scared of forgetting your smile,
of how you cant walk me down the aisle.
I'm scared of forgetting your smell,
that whilst your in heaven I'm in hell.
I'm scared of forgetting your love for the sea
But most of all I'm scared of you forgetting me.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC