i wish this momentary calm could find the courage to last for the entirety of my life. but the war in my brain scares it away.
heaven is over now. the party got shut down. the amphitheater is empty. the bars deserted. usually so full of life but now; deathly silent. but they’re waiting.
i crave physical touch like a drug. i crave skin to skin, soul to soul kind of touch. i crave interlocking pinkies because i need a little hit. i crave to hug people that do little things for me because it’s the only way i know how to say thank you.
i was not given everything i asked for as a child. and that made me a good person as an adult.
how tragic it is, that my own brain poisons itself.
the only wish of mine before i walk alongside death, is for the ink from my pen to sink into a single soul and take root.
among the thousands of pages i’ve written, i know there is one constant. you are on every single one.
you’ve ruined my life. i will say i love you until i am hoarse. i will kiss you until my lips are raw. i will cry for you until i cry a river. i will hold you until my arms can no longer hold themselves up. i will miss you until the sun sinks into the sky for the final time.