Distant Lover, Burn My Rotted Heart

Brand New

thoughts half-thought

words whispered, unheard

deeds left undone

my distant lover, if only i could breathe your name.

but I'm choking from my tears

asking myself, was I always this way?

unable to love

fucking just to fill the emptiness.

then what?

orgasm. cigarette. coughing fit. water. pee. sleep. 

awaken. void still existing,

greedily devouring my soul.

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A Desolate Mood

The pattern continues until you rectify the path of the ink. Bury your heart in career and school or family and traveling. See the world, then write it! Go find him. Never settle for availability or propinquity. - Just Bein' Stella