I was always quick to fall in love
With ****** knees, I would move on to the next, to the next, to the next
“This too shall pass” they told me as a crimson flood left me hollow
Wounds heal, scars fade, and the memories are long gone
But the spirits of those naked nights
Echo in the empty rooms of my mind
I was always quick to overreact
“This too shall pass” I told myself as the water filled my lungs
The burning sensation of the lifegiving salty substance
Almost too pure to exist in a world blemished by ugliness
But still the echoes stayed
I was always quick to fall in love
But for once, I didn’t get up
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
I was always quick to fall in love
With ****** knees, I would move on to the next, to the next, to the next
“This too shall pass” they told me as a crimson flood left me hollow
Wounds heal, scars fade, and the memories are long gone
But the spirits of those naked nights
Echo in the empty rooms of my mind
I was always quick to overreact
“This too shall pass” I told myself as the water filled my lungs
The burning sensation of the lifegiving salty substance
Almost too pure to exist in a world blemished by ugliness
But still the echoes stayed
I was always quick to fall in love
But for once, I didn’t get up
