I said to her, I told her that she resembles the moon in the midnight when she's at her brightest state. She looks into my heart when she fixate.(s) She resembled the sun too and moon were her siblings. Because they glamorously shines together. #C9_fm
Are we perfect because there's no forever, We can't learn to hate ourselves together. Inside and outside show the same, Love lust, quick release, just a game. There is nothing there that we could cover, No feelings that we smothered. If it's not love then it can't hurt, Climbing into bed without a word.
Slowing down would mean boredom, So we're left with no time to find the problem. The role of both a lover and friend, A candle wick rope lit at either end. Now, alone with time to dwell, The idea doesn't sit quite so well. A memory can't help the mending. Short and sweet always has an ending.
Are you just my fixation? A figment of some sweet imagination? If I picked your life apart To see what I could have known from the start, Would I find myself happy In the face of a reality? Or sad? As, broken at the seams, I see the remnants of my tentative dream.
Here is a response I must give but cannot give to whom must receive it. You feed the need. A yawning dark and deep emptiness that lies within. devouring everything it touches dragging to its depths an eternity of punishing hunger, wild and intense gnawing away at the fabric of my mind, an emptiness that desires you your presence,your warmth, your smell, your very soul. to placate, to fill I crave for you. a yearning so maddening, it is frightening But even as you fill, you increase the emptiness. crazed and rabid, I desire you still. an ache as tangible as it is visceral as painful as it sooths as though I am caught in a fevered dream tell me my perception from your reality you feed the need, even as you cause the hunger still.
She prefers coffee than tea romance over action the window seat whenever she travels ballads than punk rock a hopeless romantic for cliche scenes roses and daisies are the favourite among all she loves all that yet she'll love you more than a character in the book she reads she'll do whatever it is to make you happy regardless the good days or the bads you can always count on her to be there she makes you dizzy she makes you think she makes you go crazy but you go crazier if you don't get to see her even for a day because you love her you have fallen for her the way she talks the way she smiles laugh rambles on about current dramas and gets excited everytime her favourite artists comes out with a new single you love her quirks her silliness how good of a heart she possesses and how far she would go for the people she loves she sees the good in people even when they have done her wrong she forgives because she believes in change but she breaks she doesn't realize that she's just human that she has feelings that she can't fix everybody and everything because that is life people step on you and make use of your goodness so you protect her with all you got even if it hurts her you protect her heart because you love her because it's your responsibility to keep her happy and protect her from the bad
I do not know why I love the needle The pain as it enters my skin I long for the sight of blood bursting into the syringe Far more than the dangerous drugs contained within
I wrote this right after I got clean and realized how hard it is to go from shooting up three times a day to not at all. I figured it was fitting since today i have been clean off ****** for THREE MONTHS! Everyone out there struggling: you can do it!!!!
I love the needle They call it a "fixation" I call it friendship
I hate that i am/was addicted to such a self harming object more than the drugs themself. I dont miss ****** at all but i do still think about the thrill of seeing blood fill the syringe. I also had a horrible time hitting a vein so that is probably also part of it.