I promise you
Tomorrow
The pain will vanish

Just lay with me one more night
With your head in my chest
Or mine in yours.

With a gentle kiss

I will cease.

I want to constant white noise
That buzzes inside my head to turn off.

I need to screw the silencer on.

London is a busy city
Full of busy people
And busy minds.

It’s a city of skyscrapers
And scrapheaps.
Fancy hotels
And sleeping bag streets.

It’s a city that’s always awake
With its bright lights that call the world,
The mosquitoes in the planes.

Can someone take me away.

I don’t mean it in the sense that you grab my hand, and we hop onto a train to tomorrow.

Nor do I mean it in the way that your lips do, when they meet my soul is taken away to a happier my beautiful place.

Or by listening to some beautiful soulful singer.

I mean away.

I will not cry in front of you.
What’s the point.
I don’t want you to see me weak, with my walls
fallen on the ground. In hundred of pieces.

Even if I cry for joy, you must not see it.

You’ve seen me cry once, when I felt like my lungs had been pulled from my chest. My soul had be torn in two.

I don’t want you to think any less of me. (How impossible that may be)

He is just killing love.

One strand at a time.

I’m trying to learn to fly.

They said using a rope is cheating.

She is both heaven and hell in one body.

She was in fact heaven. A perfect embodiment of someone who cares, loves and is loved by the world. She was also feared. Because she was strong in mind and soul.

She is now hell. Distant and away. Hot and cold at the same time. To a sinner, she is desired, because of what she used to be. Feared because, we know that eventually, it is inevitable we will met, and she will burn you for eternity.

It tastes like September
And the night I first kissed you.
When I fell in love with you.
And now I see you in every single person I pass on the street.

And I dream of the night it is you and me in bed together forgetting yesterday and loving tomorrow.

Kiss

Two people connects for a moment to an hour.

You stole my blades
In the middle of the night
And flushed them down the sink

You wrapped my torn skin up in rags
And cleaned the blood away from the floor.

But your forgot the pour my wine down the sink.