I’ve been thinking for many months, maybe even years, on how i could possibly put into words… or Text… how i feel about you.
This is my best, worst attempt at spilling my guts to (you).
I see the ghosts of our love dancing before my very eyes,
and if i’m not careful they conjure a feeling so deep in my soul, i can barely break my heart away from their lies, their tongues so full of a devils laughter, licking, scorching my soul… your fingers at my back… your lips against mine..
Whispers..whispers..
Can you hear them?
Our past, making itself known…. but then our reality… with the blade of a murderer….
spills their blood in the dawn of a reckoning..
Our Reckoning.
Meant to be, forever we said.
what did we do to each other…
to make forever come so quickly…
The pain, the lies, the hate…
laced within this deathly love..
oh , fucking reality.
Calculated your grip at that blade, the exact moment and the precise point on my neck, to bleed me dry from all dreams. Dying, withering on the floor…. i see our ghosts dance in my eyes… I’ll always love you- to death.
But I can’t stay… i can’t stay anymore.. and why i feel sorrow to try to survive…. to be better… without you… i’ll never understand.
When I say , I’ll never feel the same again about love… I’ve never meant it more. This will be the last time I allow myself to say goodbye. Goodbye Bear.
-Tor
This is my best, worst attempt at spilling my guts to (you).
I see the ghosts of our love dancing before my very eyes,
and if i’m not careful they conjure a feeling so deep in my soul, i can barely break my heart away from their lies, their tongues so full of a devils laughter, licking, scorching my soul… your fingers at my back… your lips against mine..
Whispers..whispers..
Can you hear them?
Our past, making itself known…. but then our reality… with the blade of a murderer….
spills their blood in the dawn of a reckoning..
Our Reckoning.
Meant to be, forever we said.
what did we do to each other…
to make forever come so quickly…
The pain, the lies, the hate…
laced within this deathly love..
oh , fucking reality.
Calculated your grip at that blade, the exact moment and the precise point on my neck, to bleed me dry from all dreams. Dying, withering on the floor…. i see our ghosts dance in my eyes… I’ll always love you- to death.
But I can’t stay… i can’t stay anymore.. and why i feel sorrow to try to survive…. to be better… without you… i’ll never understand.
When I say , I’ll never feel the same again about love… I’ve never meant it more. This will be the last time I allow myself to say goodbye. Goodbye Bear.
-Tor
