You haunt my life,
living within the creases of my bones.
Your words echo in my ears,
like i heard them a second ago.
Your unattainable lips,
meet mine.
Taking my breath,
sealing the wound.
I open my eyes to the buzzer,
those lies float away.
With beauty herself,
luna.
With no lips for my own to meet,
i feel my palms,
are the sole reason,
i don't scream.
No matter dead or alive,
we are clearly dead.
The red fragments pulsing in your palm,
are proof.
Solemnly, i walk,
down another road.
If i turn my head back,
will i meet your eyes
and heartbreaks end?
