The taste of madness in my mouth,
The heat of it within my mind-
roaring still despite your absence.
Tempered in time
they tell me
Heavy phantoms may leave you still.
But I am still whirling for you,
And I feel so twisted for it,
god.
please.
help.
me.
I
still
love
him.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
The taste of madness in my mouth,
The heat of it within my mind-
roaring still despite your absence.
Tempered in time
they tell me
Heavy phantoms may leave you still.
But I am still whirling for you,
And I feel so twisted for it,
god.
please.
help.
me.
I
still
love
him.