rusty spoons,
broken chandeliers,
wasted berries,
empty glasses
dead wine
a love that fades,
faster,
than I could drink
cold,
but longing
the pleasure of nothingness
the touch of nothingness
the sound of nothingness
the taste of nothingness
"I just want to be free, wild and young"
I am tired of how much I must change for him, why?