My thirst for men like you drives my attention a direction I am unable to explain.
For you inspire words to spill from my pen.
Finding myself undergoing moments of silence, in which my pen runs out of ink.
But the moment men like you stroke my thirsty soul…
My pen bleeds with anxious words I finally am free to release.
Losing myself in you with every glance.
Its impossible not to love you, impossible not to crave you.
A face engrained in the polaroid collection of my memories.
You run through my veins, a warm bliss keeping me alive.
Such a pure necessity to the livelihood of a free spirit like mine.
Anchoring me into the world’s sanity, and reminding me of own ferocity.
Kisses so profound they reach my soul, fueling the fire within me.
The same fire my tears once drowned out.
You are the lovely moonlight that glistens in my eyes as I stare back you.
Why cant the thought of you leave me alone?
A midnight moon, and all I see is you.
An empty chair and all I see you.
Melodies that scream in my soul, just for you.
I refuse to let this be a good bye.
Because I look up and all I see is you.
I see you, even when I hate the thought of you.
Waiting for my 2 a.m. And for once you’re not there.
How do I erase you when all I see is you?
I continuously push rewind in my memories.
I never thought the vacant whispers of the air could ever haunt me with you voice.
But since you left all I see is you.
An empty song searching for the lyrics you once sang to me.
An empty bed that troubles me more than the dreams I so vividly see
Dwelling on the past searching for a love in dark memories.
People always told me its better to love than not..
If that were true why do I drown myself in alcohol?
How do you fill such a void?
Such a percentage of your heart forever gone…
Sitting at the edge of my bed wondering where it went wrong.
Listening to this empty song repeatedly, searching for you.
Her eyes no longer glisten with hope.
Her eyes are glazed with heart break.
A sunshine of hope I used to turn to has become part of the clouds she used to heal.
Her energy no longer pulses with life.
She slowly is becoming everything she preached never to be.
Her heart is heavy, for I can feel the weight from across the room.
She is alone, an epiphany that has finally destroyed her.
If she loves you, know that you have stepped into a firey sense of heaven.
You see, compliments cage her and so rarely phase her.
For any empty mind can tell her the evident marks of her beauty.
Hollow surface level admirers no longer feed her ego.
For her it is not about hearing the magnitude of her beauty, but rather about feeling it.
Feeling it by someone like you…
There is nothing grander.
To make such a powerful woman feel her true sense of beauty.
That is worth more to her than a million compliments that the weak throw to her.
Countless moments of myself I give to the world To validate them as humans and humble them as souls
Picking at their demons, confronting them with peace
Living for everyone else only to come home and have no one there for me
Exhausting my bank of words to mere strangers in hopes they understand my sorrows
Strangers because even though they know my favorite color they will never understand my fears
A million words expressed with tears and they have yet to understand
But you walk in the room and with a sole glance at the glare behind my eyes you know…
You comprehend the million empty words others saw as puzzle pieces to a complexity they didn’t dare touch upon.
You see my soul when others forget I have emotions too
The real reasons I smile alongside the frustration of sitting on the wrong side of the desk
The real reason I look forward to a simple Tuesday .
Rewinding hands of a clock.
Wishing I had met you sooner…
A voice that quiets the rants of my demons.
Midnight whispers of impossible desires
Wishing I had met you sooner…
So that the warmth of my hand could grace your neckline,
silence the elevated pulse your heart beats with as you pull me closer.
Anticipated moments of our eyes meeting, and our smiles glistening.
Only for us to turn away and live in lucid dreams we wish we could chase.
Wishing I had met you sooner…
So that my lips no longer craved the touch of your skin.
So that I could embrace the touch from your lips down to your chest and touch your soul.
You are what 3 A.M feels like.
What midnight whispers call upon.
You are the sweet taste liquor has on my lips during days my sanity holds together by threads.
You are the blade stuck in the heart of my memories.
You are lyrics of toxic melodies.
You are the elixir that cures the same pain.
People like you are meant for those like me.
Curiosity and mystery,
Embezzled in the form of gentle seduction.
A friendship ticking closer to a path of forbidden pleasures.
You see, people like you….
Are tempted by spirits like me.
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