One moment, you’ll start to realize
how much their touch could melt your skin,
and how their words bled
with empty promises
but could fill your soul,
starving for security, trying to fix the cracks.
And there will be agony,
but you’ll mistake it all for love.
One moment you’ll see yourself in their eyes—
lifeless—buried in tragedies, unable to escape
and there, you’ll stay.
Not in their life, but in their eyes,
burning with catastrophe;
there will be flames, devouring your insides
and you will mistake gasoline for your patience
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
One moment, you’ll start to realize
how much their touch could melt your skin,
and how their words bled
with empty promises
but could fill your soul,
starving for security, trying to fix the cracks.
And there will be agony,
but you’ll mistake it all for love.
One moment you’ll see yourself in their eyes—
lifeless—buried in tragedies, unable to escape
and there, you’ll stay.
Not in their life, but in their eyes,
burning with catastrophe;
there will be flames, devouring your insides
and you will mistake gasoline for your patience
