Ghosts.

You're not dead, but I can feel your presence lingering,
It haunts me.

Addicted

Every glance lasted long enough to seem like forever,
But not long enough to be an infinity.
Every touch took me to cloud nine,
But never brought me down feeling the high.
Every smile was like ecstasy to my heart,
Skipping a beat every time until there were none left.

He was my favourite drug,
But I was only his temporary canvas.
He painted me with the colours of his sins
And decorated them for the world to see.
He was my oxygen,
But I could never be his gravity.

There are more stains of heaven on earth than dreamt of in your philosophy.

I'm the kind of human wreckage that you'll love.



-MCR