Oct 2017
Your warm, like the sun.
my cold hands of bone reach for yours.
feeling flesh on my decaying bones.
i starve i wither like a tree in the winter.
yet i hold on for you love.
my ice eyes the opposite to your honey brown.
i cant tell if you care for me, my brain is clouded.
But for now ill pretend you do.
and even if its a lie, i just want to be by your side.
my cold hands of bone reach for yours.
feeling flesh on my decaying bones.
i starve i wither like a tree in the winter.
yet i hold on for you love.
my ice eyes the opposite to your honey brown.
i cant tell if you care for me, my brain is clouded.
But for now ill pretend you do.
and even if its a lie, i just want to be by your side.
I struggle with my mind wanting to just assume no one cares. I have terrible luck with relationships and the one good one that I am actually falling for, my mind pushes them away and i fall n this pit of despair.
