The water droplets on your back glisten like diamonds. How can I not want you? Your hair is slicked back with shampoo lathered in your dark waves. How can I not desire you? You ever so carefully take the soap and cascade it down your arms and legs. What could be better than this? You look at me, Standing under the water, With my curls falling down on my shoulders. You touch my cheek, ever so gently, and You smile. What could ever compare to this moment? You pull me closer to you; You wrap your arms around me. Just you and I, under the hot water, with steam clouding in the air. (With the occasional bubble) ***** as ever, And still, I have never felt so clean.
Even if it only glitters in the sky approaching the city, as your vision blurs and smog suffocates your lungs. We all return to gaze into the faded stained crossing, to remember when two fading breaths drifted apart, eyes glistening in the hourglass of two twisted hearts.
I pretend these eyes see brief clarity beneath, this path of split ends of unkempt dreads. Not much to send but I'm tempted to lend, a broken sentence with no pretense.
Kept fighting rewriting reread recollections, staring at dead stars lighting my reflection. Seeing what is and what could be there. What is and what could be tangibly unaware. Like what was and what wasn't we are both here and there. Forgetten remains conciously aware.
So now I sit smoking a ciggarette, Fighting to write something of sense. Staring into pixels of kaleidescope pills. A constant reminder of concocting thrills. Beginning to burn out and all I wrote: What fades away turned to smoke.
All I crave is a human's touch Is that asking to much I don't mean *** I'm not trying to vex A touch on the hand In passing you don't have to stand A small little hug My shoulders a rub In touch in passing Nothing that's lasting I just won't to feel normal As I rock in the corner
my friends say it's pointless to cry over that i'm better than that "**** him" i just hate this so much these tears, so called "pointless" are present and undoubtedly existing i know i'm not too high to mistake i rub my eyes i ******* fingers i know they're real i'm still fighting it because i'm "better than that" but these tears, they sting they burn on my cheeks have i fought it for so long? but i saw you with her and you saw me then you grabbed her hand just to let me know and trust me, i know my dad tells me not to regret anything not to regret the money i spent, the time i spent, the love i spent on someone so foolish he tells me it's just a lesson and i'll learn many more i know i gotta be prepared i feel like i should be but i think i'm not i regret ever telling you everything i regret my words to you i regret my hands and how they know you so well i can still feel you my hands won't let me forget your smell is memorized your laugh is memorized you're still there, right? god, i just hope you know i hope you know she doesn't compare i could elaborate but i think that says enough we're all in denial, aren't we? this is where i say "**** him", right?