(no subject)
he's crushing me. slowly, softly, delicately.
a subtle assassin of heartbreak.
a listless lover who's never felt love.
i want to be him. deadened to every sense of pain.
"inflict your wounds, killer! because i'll never feel again."
it was over before it began.
a nighttime romance
destroyed by the onslaught of the morning sun.
when all that's left are empty cigarette cartons
and a letter left bedside before the escape...
why bother to awaken to a day with no reason for waking?
i had the world in my hands.
and i let him slip away.
first thing i've written in about six months.
leave your honest opinion.
thank you.