Domestic, Light and ColdDomestic, light, and cold.Domestic, Light and Cold
I don't sleep anymore. And I feel ugly. Oh, how the ugliness eats you up. And those bags under my eyes are like a safe harbor for everything I'm keeping in.
And the intoxication is killing it. It's taking its place and making sure it's always in effect. To keep me sane. No, you can't be sane unless you're fucked up. But it's welcoming, and binding and you know you're not going to escape it.
I want to break it.
I want to tear it apart.
Maybe then I could give it a sense of what it's like to lose. W
CollisionCollisionCollision
He is perfect. He is you. He is that where all warmth lies. The beauty in a collision of cars. Please, let your heart collide with mine. Let it fall into a beautiful oblivion. Forever forgetting the feel of pain.
The outline of your face is that of wholeness. I sit, yearning for that same meaning. Give me that tenderness. Which is needed like a child's innocence.
I need you, but can't have you. The bittersweet feeling of a chase. Collide with my heart. Share with me your perfection.
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