I hear voices somewhere inside my head
telling me that you are not worth writing about
but I wrote about you anyway
There was a fire in me and I feel your touch
igniting more flames, striking my heart,
wanting to explode
My thoughts were raging and everything was a blur,
shadows were dancing before me
but you were nowhere to be found
You are here, but you are not real
I craved to taste your words again,
to replace the aftertaste of what was burning
I chewed on the ashes,
searching for a tang of you, stinging, yet sweet
And I remember your promises,
They tasted like whiskey and tears,
like a drug, running through my veins,
and disappearing into an ocean of wounds and blood
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
I hear voices somewhere inside my head
telling me that you are not worth writing about
but I wrote about you anyway
There was a fire in me and I feel your touch
igniting more flames, striking my heart,
wanting to explode
My thoughts were raging and everything was a blur,
shadows were dancing before me
but you were nowhere to be found
You are here, but you are not real
I craved to taste your words again,
to replace the aftertaste of what was burning
I chewed on the ashes,
searching for a tang of you, stinging, yet sweet
And I remember your promises,
They tasted like whiskey and tears,
like a drug, running through my veins,
and disappearing into an ocean of wounds and blood
