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I feel the cold all the way to my bones and no matter how much cloth i cover myself with the cold is still there. The cold comes from me and for me. The cold covers me and keeps me company. The weakness and lack of sleep make me see the demons in me. You are the demon in me...
To open my arms and fly would be too little still. To jump and free myself from life is not enough to carry on. She is everything to me and without her I am nothing. To break from her cycle and be removed from her eyes is my darkest fear. I feel impotent next to her. When she turns to me nothing else exist. Show me compassion, wisdom and creativity. Show me hope, love and happiness. She is perfection in the making. Her porcelain skin is a map of scars the years have granted her. The hair that falls down her back is grace to me. I offer her bruises as wide as her horizons, and cuts as deep as her brown eyes. I offer her sacrifice and pain, my sacrifice and my pain. I give her my heart and she plays catch with it. I give her my thoughts and she flips the channel. She keeps distance but caresses me with her gaze. Her warmth covers this broken soul and sweeps me off my feet. She brings me to this miserable existence and makes me feel. To give into her is tragedy. She is God in flesh and bones. A believe all on her own. I inhale only for her. And I'm not able to find inspiration in solitude. I'm not able to live peacefully in this silence. Sleepless without her by my side. Dreamless in this the darkest of all nights. All I do is wish she'd be near me. She belongs with me. Bleeding out my demons. Crying all my fears. I lost myself at some point of the story. And she brings me that good company misery loves so much....
But you look so blurry and fading out. I'll slave in this life for you, just love me like I love you. Give me what ever part you want, just keep me by your side. Pin me to the wall and keep me still. Hold me down and bring me up with you. Take me to where you reside, where your thoughts begin. Carry me to your eternal freedom, not even this death can keep me from you. Without you nothing is real. Without you is without life. Take me in. Make me yours. I belong to you. Just take me in, just make me yours
something i've been working on lately. i'm finaly trying to go back into my old rutine going to the coffee cup every friday for an hr or so and drinking coffee, eating cake and just having that me time i hate and love so much. i think it's pretty good work... took like a week or two to write it.
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