In the eyes of a
Week
A moment
A connection
And
A conflict
I had had managed to fit
Every part of your love
That would ruin me
And
Before the eyes of our passions dwells
On the nightfall
Of our imperfections
I decided it would be easier
To watch you leave

As the brittle leaves of our bones
Fell
And words could hardly explain our
Existence
It feverishly fed on our death
But it was alive
So who was there to blame?
And for the first time I prayed
Which was funny
Since I didn't believe in God
And sadly he reminded me that
It should stay that way

December was fun
...
When everyone was still alive

It hadn't even hit me yet , the urge to feel , to love , to live , yet here I was hating it before it even begun .

Sometimes...
I'd dim the lights
Close my eyes
And huff of "cherry peach lemon"
Give myself a honey flavoured daze
And imagine my soulmate



No one came to mind

I hated a wounded man
With a swollen pride