His hands secured around her head for support It's her crown Significant to the bi-weekly ritual of crucifying her like Jesus. His body connects to hers, collapsing like the twin towers it's her gown. She wears it every now and then, When the eulogy is written for the peacekeeper. His tongue moves against her collarbones like it's on a ledge trying to commit suicide. What a beautiful death .
My mom doesn't talk to me nomore We just awkwardly watch tv with an elephant answering all the questions to jeopardy. but You can tell by the negative parabola smile and arms fold like it has a vitamin D deficiency that she wants to say to me badly "Are you okay?"
Look at this we made sense of our circular world through triangular foods On a corner of New York in the middle of winter. You look into my eyes like you do every time as if it was the first time It changed colors depending on how the light hit it honey brown- I think it was this night...As far as I could remember. You said that you were falling in love. I lift up the pizza and said with a smile "with which one of us?" "BOTH" you said while kissing me on my forehead I knew I was in love with you too.
The waves are already pounding me. I could barely keep my head above water. Your sadness is drowning me; mimicking the waves happily , I know The only way to stay alive is to make you Let go .
Selfish though-their wishes. Internal death wishes. They wish to be immortalized. The request is completely ridiculous. Wanting to be enslaved to infinite generations you will never understand. One is enough. Judge you look just like them and be just like me. here. Just here. Impaired with a heavy mind of knowing that every time is never the last time so enjoying the moment holds no merit.