Wednesday, September 9, 2015
The Quiet Nights
sometimes I forget how quiet the nights can be
the rain feels like bullets
against my porcelain skin
and the tick in my head just isn't going away
I think of you on these lonely nights
the very best shaded lips and honey hair the earth has to offer.
you remind me of a world I once knew
filled with cold hands wrapped gently around your lovers waist
a place I could never forget,
for it saved me.
the clouds continue to drip
as the milky orange sun dissolves into the sky
I pull my hair back
and sip my cup
what if you were as real as my cup was right now.
as I sip it, it can alway be refilled.
but is there always an refill for love?
my cup just sits.
I can hear the rain getting closer,
disrupting my train of thought.
I wonder what you are feeling right now.
as I use your worn down spirit to keep me warm.
how terrifying it would be
to know I could live without you.
the rain has now turned into bombs.
exploding against my glass window.
I want to scream at it
but my voice is completely gone.
and your picture in my head disappeared with it.
I curse the rain, for it has taken you once more.
Sometimes I forget, how hostile nights can be.
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