Everyone leaves, what matters is how much they took with them. And fuck, my love, when you leave, you will be taking all of me with you.

Youre fatal but I still kiss you like it isnt killing me, need you as if you were good for me,&get high off you as if i were your drug too.

Phantom?

It happens to be three thirty-two in the morning and I happen to be wondering if&how the infinities of the ocean and the stars are connected

I could write about you for years but nothing I say could even compare to the living poem you already are

Sink or swim

I find immense comfort in the familiarity of my sadness, especially when it comes on so strong it leaves me physically & mentally crippled.

My chest feels as empty and hollow as when i wake up at 3am reaching for someone on the other side of the bed that was never lying there

The high

I've always had an infatuation with hands

Medication

Thank you @shattereddtears for making me write again

Gone

Live gently, exist loudly

Watching someone slowly drift away is one of the hardest things to experience bc no one wants to accept the reality of no longer being loved

You can't escape what you thought you've left behind no matter how fast you run. So go ahead, sprint. Everything catches up with you darling

Sitting in constant slow motion while the world fast forwards around me

A cab that can't find a passenger in New York City