It is insane how intense I feel your skin on mine even after you left I feel your hands which grab me tight and close like it wasn't your phantom which drives his fingers over my body
How all the water in the world isn’t enough to clean my skin from your touches which imprinted on my body and cover me with paintings I could never draw on my own
I want to find my comfort in you instead of building a place to call it a home only to see it collabs on the fragile ground which I misunderstood as stable because they told stories about love and its fiction instead of the truth its pleasure on destruction
“I love you" seemed so scary to say you took the fear gifted me the words I've never heard leaving someone mouth Yet by touching your lips, I knew it wasn't a lie you told me it was your heart you offered
there is no space between our hands yet all I feel is emptiness promising touches holding me and whispering I am safe I am allowed to lose control I am allowed to let myself fall
while all I touch are empty hands, fading through my skin, not able to carry a single finger of mine so how can I expect from you to carry my world, while you already gave up on yours?
You are so terrifying and beautiful to love I am so afraid and yet so full of lust Let me call your name every second of the day until it will become a second part of me
respect is not love and not a quality to fall for it’s a simple thing an act of human decency so don’t fool yourself by thinking they are the one only because they are human and know how to act like one
I used to feel so deeply for you but now I am confused about the love that I felt about the love that I lost
I used to feel so strong with my heart dancing in fire it never burned out it never lost its desire
I used to feel so passionate like it was only you and me passionate about us passionate about who we could be
Now I feel nothing of the things that I used to feel I stare into your eyes black holes, just as dead as mine
How could we become these deadly boring people? Weren't we the ones which used to breathe through kisses?
How could we lose all of this and slowly become enemies? we stopped to dance in our light we rather start wars in our shadow
How lovely it would be to go back to the art of passion but we buried it our fallen feeling of desire