I Am Left With The Pieces Of Us
I dream of a time in space where we would be enough
But when reality hits in the morning
The sunsets and the nightmares start to blend
I dream of a time in space where we would be enough
But when reality hits in the morning
The sunsets and the nightmares start to blend
Warm fuzzy sleeves
Housing raw burgundy
Drip drip down my fingertips
Yet no one could see
Are you lonely now?
Whenever you need your “fill” I’m simply a text, followed by a “yes.” And then you’re on your way
The art of forgetting you
The pain, the torment
The lust, the love
All of you…
That is an art form I have not mastered yet.
Writing this broke my heart.