Hands on my throat always crushing me down, putting me out, and turning me on I don't know how you got here but won't you stay and laugh dear Know one needs to know what we do when we're alone She don't even miss you and he will never know Intoxicatingly delicious, so much so it's suspicious How can you taste so good when the flavor's all wrong Not sure what I'm doing but I promise I won't stay long Pin me, choke me, bruise me colorful until I'm pacified Scream until your throat bleeds every time your heart beats Necromancy not love, just enough to pretend we're alive Our fingertips glow in red hot brands leaving us hissing Cut open from sharp tongues clashing and kissing Leave through the window never the door Or you might knock again and ask me for more
the breeze was too cold and the sun was too warm she was a wave of apologize like a mistake in need of correction forced to guess every gaze like a guessing game the sense is growing like a weight she couldn't carry unbearable to bear too strong to avoid she couldn't breathe she did not dare
Almost out of energy. Almost out of time. Almost out of patience. Almost out of rhymes. Almost out of love. Almost out of space. Almost ready to give up and leave this wretched place. But every time I feel I'm ready to say goodbye, I think about all the people I'd have to leave behind. I think about all the memories that would be erased. Some good. Others bad. I think about all the adventures I'd never get to have. Life can be exhausting. Painful. So I can understand why you'd want it to end. But take it from me. You never know what you'll miss. You never know who will miss you. And you never know What's just around the river bend.
I will sleep with my eyes o p e n . I will breathe u n d e r w a t e r . I will drink my coffee c o l d if that is what it takes to become less like y o u . The thought of being like you is so p a i n f u l , I'd rather d r o w n . Loving you is the most painful memory-I'd rather p e e l off my skin in the places you left your kisses. The places you bit and licked and left your l o v e . Some say, "it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all." I cannot bring myself to agree with such words, because the pain of loosing you was far too much to bear than the idea of never having known you. Call me a ******* coward for running away from this pain, but if I have to face it another day, I would rather d i e.
you told me it was over i hear it loud and clear but deleting our messages broke my heart taking down our pictures on my wall hurt like hell and giving back your stuff was unimaginably painful until i had no trace left of you but the memories then i knew, it was over