I wrote my feelings for you in neated verse,
Carefully rolled it into a blunt hoping I could get high off my feelings for you
hoping maybe the high I'd reach would reciprocate itself into you and I
but the words from that neated verse was like inhaling razors that gnawed at my passage way and once again I forgot what it is like to breathe- like when you would say
I love you
and those words would crash into me like a relentless wave and I would drown in pleasure-
Now I was crashing, turning black-blue and battered;
slitting myself with the pieces of me I found scattered behind your shadow.
I did not realise it but I was broken and now I am hoping someone can teach me how to puzzle.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
I wrote my feelings for you in neated verse,
Carefully rolled it into a blunt hoping I could get high off my feelings for you
hoping maybe the high I'd reach would reciprocate itself into you and I
but the words from that neated verse was like inhaling razors that gnawed at my passage way and once again I forgot what it is like to breathe- like when you would say
I love you
and those words would crash into me like a relentless wave and I would drown in pleasure-
Now I was crashing, turning black-blue and battered;
slitting myself with the pieces of me I found scattered behind your shadow.
I did not realise it but I was broken and now I am hoping someone can teach me how to puzzle.
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