i howl at the moon.
for i too
am a lone wolf.
- *k.g.

please help.

i am already habituated
to your
******* lips
and

well accustomed
to your
chromatic eyes
which burn into me

like lit cigarettes.

the stars that used to
divide and dazzle
in your eyes
have been replaced by
betrayal and hatred.

who are you now?

your eyes are
green
like the ocean
full of mysteries
that'll never be solved
and beauty
that'll never be seen

nothing.
nothing?
nothing.
how do you feel nothing?

how do you feel nothing?
simple,
you bury it all.
some may say
that's not the way to live
but i would rather never love
than lose love.