4d
bend back the truth and make it hurt.
i want the sting across my cheek of your words because mine are never good enough for me.
i want the truth of the moment to shock me to my core, to freeze my soul, to make my eyes sputter out and my nose to bleed and stain the pages of this really ******* good romance novel because blood makes everything so much more real, doesnβt it? i want you to disappear and find me in my dreams like a banshee, to make it so you are never forgotten, an always present voice in my ear reminding me of what there used to be.
i want what there used to be.
but that doesnβt exist anymore
after all, time is never ending and the length of a millipede so how can i dare to question it? for if i do then must i also question the empire state building and the size of my heart and the oxygen in my veins that now escapes with the pooling guts that line my body, laughing and crying and still on the water-stained rug in the bathroom.
i want the sting across my cheek of your words because mine are never good enough for me.
i want the truth of the moment to shock me to my core, to freeze my soul, to make my eyes sputter out and my nose to bleed and stain the pages of this really ******* good romance novel because blood makes everything so much more real, doesnβt it? i want you to disappear and find me in my dreams like a banshee, to make it so you are never forgotten, an always present voice in my ear reminding me of what there used to be.
i want what there used to be.
but that doesnβt exist anymore
after all, time is never ending and the length of a millipede so how can i dare to question it? for if i do then must i also question the empire state building and the size of my heart and the oxygen in my veins that now escapes with the pooling guts that line my body, laughing and crying and still on the water-stained rug in the bathroom.
