I missed you my lovely one
Thinking of you becomes a hobby of mine.
Have you remember that promise of yours?
A promise that I'm always yours.

As people live and die,
As chances say yes or no,
As gatecrashers eat and leave,
Promises are meant to make then break.

Wherever you are, whatever you do
Thank you, if I should say so.
With those moments, you became a part of me
Moments that will never happen again called as memories.

My favorite people
are the ones who
do the things
that I don't
want to do

Sometimes the impulse to write is in my bones and buzzing in my brain
My skull shakes and the voices feel like and earthquake
For me, it's always been a disease
An unforgiving compulsion that stops me in my tracks
These words escape, Christ, I don't even think
It's like being possessed
So I picked up this ******* red pen to perform an excorcism

The day we met,
My heart skipped over hi,
And fell in love.

Your tongue is fire.
My skin has turned to ash.