i want to see my name in your handwriting.

that moment–when you're pulled out of your dreams,
your eyes are still tightly shut
and your mind open–i want to be trapped there forever.

i stopped reading books,
because all i saw in the words
was your name.

I want your fingers digging into my skin.
I want freedom.
In the darkness of your eyes hides the light of God’s,
shaking with fright after it saw what your mind is capable of doing.
Free me.

i stopped,
he started.

it's almost like you're never gone;
i see my idea of you everywhere.

i'm the happiest when i'm not around people,
but trust me, i'll make you feel glad that you're alive.