In the mediocre heat of June
you walk with me through the city.
There's no knowing
where we're going
but we'll see where this journey terminates.
And I forgot the tickets...
There's no difference
between how fast or slow time's
progressing
if we're together.
At check-in, it's "double or twin?"
and you turn away in embarrassment,
so I'll say "double"
and you'll laugh silently
the other way.
Through the busy hustle
you're the only one I'm hearing
and seeing
and loving.
And you tell me you want to be with me
forever, and that "fiancé" sounds better
than "boyfriend".
Because I make you so happy.
Because you've never be
When impossibility calls
from every corner of the universe
your hand is there
to hold onto mine.
To run away
somewhere else,
into another world.
You make my smile glow
through the blackest darkness.
Torture's never looked so good
when red's running tracks around
the sink;
submission,
flowing, slewing
anticlockwise
away from my beating heart,
which slowed down lately.
It has no other half
left
to work with.
Hit one,
beat two.
Nothing left.
The misfortune of
"I hate you".
Thanks for the helping hand
but your grip wasn't
enough to keep my hold.
I'll keep quiet,
no energy;
seems I've gone too cold.
This fatality's no mistake by EmoNemoDan, literature
Literature
This fatality's no mistake
This deafening medication
screams down my throat;
aches its way into my stomach
where there's no going back,
except if I were strong enough
to stick my fingers
down my neck
and overturn my decisions;
maybe bring time forward slightly
or change my mind once more...
But that'd make me pathetic;
convert me to a weak, juvenile
human... just like you.
Glowing white,
thirty milligrams of
the good stuff fits in nicely,
sinks its teeth into me,
grips, holds and
I'm not scared of the dark anymore...
all thanks to you
keeping me up all night;
gazing into my eyes with your
nightlike starlight
and lending your silent touch
that m