empty as emptiness.
black hole space ship sinking.
shut up, shut up, shut up.
i can take it.
spit it out,
lay it down.
keep it quick,
say it slow.
let me kiss each of the pores on your face.
follow the road map of my veins.
there’s still a hole in my arm from where they bled me dry.
my brain is the aftermath of shotgun wedding.
the remnants of a bloodstained battlefield.
skipping stones, dodging landmines.
synapses firing.
illusions emerging.
“this is simply infatuation.”
this is nothing because its too real.
stop saying its okay.
curling in on myself, submerging into my stomach bile through my bellybutton.
cave dive mountain climber.
do not dip your toe in my pond to test the waters.
love me again, narcissus.
i will chain myself to the bottom of a lake so as to get your attention.
fall in lust with your reflection.
opposites attract.
(Source: petitsvaisseaux)
