How do I know when something is real
Again, I've put myself into oblivion
And, I'm not sure of any feeling anymore.

I must keep moving, but my legs will not budge.

I had a night like yours I suppose.
I know this because I woke up,
Not being able to remember you like I had,
Not being able to remember your body,
Or the events of our evening together.
I woke up and I was happy about this,
This lack of feeling feels good,
I see why you do it.

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.

dark skies in his dilated eyes
here is addiction at its finest

after he smokes he does some coke
as I watch him naked with infatuation

here's a snapshot of a thought
we're both doing this for the same reason

"I feel like I don't know you well enough to..."
No, you don't. You don't know me at all.
I laughed when you called me a sociopath.
Do I like that I come off as one?
"I have too many emotions."

I'm b
        u
          s
           y.

"I'm close to being happy."

I find it fascinating
     Truly worth pondering over,
           That I have experiences you will never understand
                And, you the same.

I find it fascinating
    Truly worth pondering over,
         That I had it so good once and so did you,
              Now, we lay together.

It's truly fascinating that, now, WE lay together.

I am starting to believe you do not exist,
The real is becoming like a dream,
And I cannot fathom what is to come next.

Past, present, future are all intertwined,
And all the sudden,
It is as if you were always there.

Distraction through music does not work,
Because somehow there is always a song,
That sparks some reality of you.

I wouldn't write as much as I do now,
Maybe it was better that way,
Because now my every thought is you.

I try and get some work done,
But then end up writing these words,
I don't want to forget or remember.


Complete and utter chaos in my head.