Priceless.

Bite me scratch me bruise me. leave your mark. Make me remember everything, every move we made.

do you remember all the places we talked about?

they were all just dreams.

In that moment of beauty.

I remember that night. You on your knees, The tile floor. Braced against the toilet. Thin strands of hair across your face. Blood tinged bottom lip. A helpless look in your eyes. And I kissed you. In that very moment, full throws of beauty. I kissed you. I kissed ...

1 Truth

the voice is an actor, and the eyes... they can hide. but the heart is honest. we can feel it inside. it feels for all things, all things that we do. all things that we feel can only be true. true cause you felt it, nobody but you. ashamed or embarrassed. its all kept inside.Just to ourselves, to ourselves we cant lie. no matter how hard. and oh how hard we can try. we only know truth in its feeling . no need for words. no room for lies. ...Just love. If you know what that means youll have tears in your eyes. and it beats and it beats and it beats till it dies.

END

breathe that breath. Breath it for me. hold it in. let it out. the one I always wanted to take, but never could find it. One that would never come again. leaving a void in my chest. the exhaling sigh of relief. The stillness. The numbness. The crushing inner peace that comes with it. Realization. and with it the knowing that its all over. That it happened. And that itll never happen again. the meaning of what it was all worth. The feeling of all the worlds weight baring down on your chest. That moment of inner peace, now to only be remembered. and to be remembered as fleeting. to long for. To make you wish the chaos had never ended and your desire for that breath never realized. The reminder that life is short. For some suffrage is life. to suffer is to be holy. The only way one can feel the true joy of having, and the loss of losing. and in the end. Its all I have and have ever had. The end was written before the beginning. Realized too late. As I live breathing. There will be no salvation. Just a yearning for what was lost, or never was at all.

slowing down, screeching to a halt.

never moving forward, nothing moves at all.

the body: organic mechanically.

though this will happen.

we cease to be at all.

Coming and Going

we’re alone. all by our selves in this unfair world no one cares. what we do or where we go  so why should we? anger burning it comes and numbing it goes. its nothing new to us. driving down these one way roads no one told us where to go and i think this map we have is too old. all we can do now is hope. all alone. our faces  blend into the crowd I guess no one hears us when we speak aloud. so why should we? love burning it comes and numbing it goes its nothing new to us. driving down these one way roads it doesnt matter where we go and I think this plan we had was old. all we do now is hope

I’d like.to have my perfect dream girl but, I’ll settle when I find the one that makes me forget it wasn’t her.

Vulturesby offermoord

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I'm not human. I'm animal. Less in your world than mine.