the morning after i killed myself i found myself sleeping naked next to your beautiful porcelain body
i was breathing in your sweet scent and i was cursing myself for being so irrational the day before
the morning after i killed myself i found myself loving you even more and that kinda scared me because i was leaving you alone
i was crying inside screaming and cursing myself for being so irrational the day before
the morning after i killed myself i looked deep into your eyes and i promised you that you’ll never be lonely
i know this will hurt you and i hate it and i was cursing myself for being so irrational the day before
the morning after i killed myself i promised myself that i will give you the world and you’ll always be by my side
so i took you with me and now we’re together for as long as we’re dead and i’m cursing myself for being so irrational the life before
Étiquette : I missed your poetry so much!!
2000 hours.
i tend to write a lot about eternity. but maybe that’s because it’s the definition of gilovny.
2000 hours
it’s been too long
i’ve been seeing you in every possible way of my imagination
a smoke from a cigarette looks like your wavy hair
drops of red wine look like your full lips
it’s fucking sad that i’m closer to hell than to london
i’m sitting at the beach
drunk teenagers are running around screaming
remember when we were laying at that beach
your naked body
slightly wet skin
covered in rays of sunshine
and my kisses
you tell me to come
it’s funny that i’ll be asking you the same thing when i’m finally there
i’m close
on my way
suddenly london is as close as heaven
2000 hours were worth it
cause now the fucking eternity comes
Just Holding Hands 