riding the over-vert.
my god,
is this what we’ve become?
living parodies of love and loss,
can we really be all that lost?
but it’s okay
we’ll come around
with nights like this are never ending
i try so hard to make this perfect
you and i somehow
we can’t see eye to eye together
we always knew that you worked better
i’ve been watching you
and memorised
every last line of your profile.
Every shade of your complexion,
every tone of your skin.
one touch and I am in
A trance like state.
Entwinning our fates to another
The cost of our will now both bound to each other.
What was in your head
When you said
“until death”?
she said…
Why can’t you be…like a candle I can snuff?
You’re still a diamond in the rough.
And I swear to god…I had enough.
How can I…call your bluff?
