I write to you when im high
Because I can be myself
You don't live in my brain
You are far behind
You are that voice that has no sound
I only hear you when I'm ******
And now I'm not making any sense
You are the senses
The forgotten senses
I hear you. I smell you. I kiss you
You exist.  
I write to you letters in my head
About how we met last month
About rooftops and winter nights
About you and I
You are a reality and yet you are the day dream
I fairytale wants to be
You are the chapter of a missing book
Dont go where you belong child
Stay where you are
Let our lips meet again
You took me far away
I found perfection
I found it and I kissed it's lips

I will tell you my deepest secret
I will laugh at your silliest joke
I will be shy like you are my first
I will ******* like you are my one
I will give you my favorite book
I will listen to your favorite song
I will write for you
I will describe each part of you
I will remember each detail
I will call you every night
I will text you every hour
But then I will say it out loud
Im ****** and twisted
I twist each story
I victimize myself
Like I didn't **** with you
Like I didn't tell you lies
Like I didn't do any mistakes but being honest
But Im done manipulating
Even though I know I will **** it up again
And i will say but I was honest.

The taste of bitterness through the veins of lust
I've been there once, inhaled the mixture of her breath and her perfume like sniffing a sugar coated chemical
My brain is shut as I let the flavor of her fingers kicks
her skin melted and I craved more
To the journey of her lips
Awaking my sleeping desire to hunt her soul
To ask a question of wonder
Why it's hidden underneath an addictive skin
And then I wonder if her soul is a smell
Or if its that bitter taste of lust
Shall I dive underneath the skin of hers
To learn new letters and words

I met you twice.
Once in reality, once in my dreams. Your skin tasted like the smell of the humid air after the rain, merging both lives into one the noir dreams and the reality of nirvana.
Hallucinating each brain cell into this delusional taste of your soul that despairs me of processing what my pupils can see.
The incantation your fingers played is like a loud instrument awakening my hypnagogic illusions.
As we fall, in between you stand precaution to plunge into the eroticism of your soul and governed by your cerebrum.

She can't sleeps at night
Failed to fight the attempt to dive in her thoughts
Listening to each one carefully
Examining each feeling that cross her head
She's little for such a mind
I bet one day she will write, write all her mess
All the madness that she couldn't say out loud
Word by word until its four hundred and ninty six pages
"May I take a dip?" I once asked. "I want to swim inside the head of yours."
She replied with silence then she said "No, you will burn your skin i'ts fire there."
But without asking she was inside of me filling herself with bruises.
"Do not escape me." I said.
"But I can't breathe toxic." she said.
"I'm Insane" I said.

The vinegar breathe of a cigarette
Exhaling the ache of her mind
She needs a miracle she said
For her to pass this phase
For her to get her freedom back
She lost it all
Yes she did
I listen to her and my mind is fading
Through our reckless years
Does she remember how childish we were?
Does she remember how we sit and talk
I still remember the day at the rooftop
When we planned our future for us to be great
We are still young my friend
You still have hope
One day this will all be gone
One day you live the moment and smile
How your youth was a waste of time
For it to be a memory to smirk your soul

Look at me full of youth's spirit
Running around trees
Comfortable to sleep anywhere but my nest
You hear my voice through your ears
Loud and swallowed by energy
But once there's no light
Once I'm laying down
I can't barely move my tongue
Fear of my solitude
I lost myself
Today I did
I'm mentally ill
And these pills got no use
But to cheer the hell of me up
And numb all of what I get left
Why it is an illness to seek death
Why its a must to live and pretend
Why I can't face you my young soul
Why I can't admit that I'm mentally ill
Oh boy it is self pity again
Writing itself through my words
A pill or two to fix it said my shrink
I'm comfortable by the madness of my thoughts
Only if the salty water stopped harming my skin
Only if the bruises turned to stories