Your actions are made for one another. I have no doubt in my mind about your intentions being just as nasty as his, so I part with a final thank you….
Too young to know better, too old for naïveté… Can I convince the universe to take me instead? Sadly, we all know that answer.
The death of a soul
My soul sleeps…
wearily and restlessly but it attempts to sleep.
Your dreams were larger than life but unfortunately, I found with time, they were just that…dreams.
An Angry Bed
A meek kiss as a formality
Toothpaste on his lips
Midnight cigarette on hers