euphoria

go forward onto the never ending path.

Rakuli: Mostly just words: My heart wept

rakuli:

Those last words were sadness
My heart wept at an image —
You curling up to sleep,
sheets dampened by pooling tears

Too far to hold your hair back
My heart wept at an image —
You blinded by errant strands,
tassels twisted from tensed fingers

No way to say my last thought
My heart wept at an…

A Certain Kind of Loneliness

umustcreate:

You have become addicted
to a certain kind of loneliness.
Shallow time spent in the shadow realm
and you’re overwhelmed with the
feelings you have mainlined.
Curved spine and hugged knees facing
wallpapered walls while grey trees
sway outside your window.
You’re in junkie throes,
shaking to yourself in crowds,
until you can be alone again.
You will never let me close,
just promise me one thing:
you will never overdose.