Grief lets you indulge in it, so that it can feed itself.
And then there was the way you cast your gaze, A coldness so chilling that it could cause a fire.
Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.
No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.But I think of you. Sometimes.In the way that one might think of the summer sunshineOn a winter night...
I pour blood on my naiveté, your apathy, and your betrayal tonight.
You don't fade from within my mind; it's a flawThat I dwell on each moment, cling to youLike smoke escaping my fingers while the candles burn them raw
He craved silences and solitude. He simply could not get lost in another person’s life.
What ravaged my mind was the thought.The thought of you.
Pretension, dear love, does not buy truth into lies, nor alter its course.
In that moment, hell may have ascended,Or heaven may have descended only to save me and prove,What I carry is an exaggerated memory of an imagined beautiful love.This love is tainted with treachery; i...
Vanity remains a feeble weaponThe delusional wearer of it considers herself strong
Erupting like fiery autumn leaves between silksas skin meets skinflames that lick everythingand consume all there is.
And what part of me will beginTo forget you first; the suddenPains that shoot to my bruised palmsAs I think of you in the cover of the dark,Or the invisible handClutching at my heart, as it knocks aga...
How is the duration of a relationship relative to what those involved in it feel?
