It’s time to run run run run with our hands folded in each other’s threatening to separate because of the slipperiness caused by the sweat escaping our skin our decisions are impulsive and exileraging, how could I ever let you go? you are the noise of my monotone life, the only pulse that gets my heart beating I don’t know where we’ll go, but I’ll know it’s right where I’m meant to be. we shall tell no one where we’re going what we’re doing they would never will never understand it is love that has made our vision blurry and our hearts beat faster a decade separates our age, and for others it’s what should separate us completely they don’t understand love exists in the darkest, lonliest places love is *****, beautiful, ugly and exciting our love exists in imagination and hope hope is all we have all we need so let’s go, please no one can interfere with our fate, we will run to a small town and change our names where no one can see us no one can separate us they will look for us in every corner that is broken but what they will find are two ghosts that have fallen deeply and deathly in love
midnight poems after a cup of coffee and finishing a novel, please excuse my terrible writing I have no friends and so the result is talking to myself in my ****** poems.