depressed-bunny8

I hope that the sweet scent of Your fragile cigarettes left behind on my clothes Does not leave me soon; As long as the smell remains I can pretend I have a piece of you Lingering around me As if it were still smoke that you could see I also hope that the taste of Your skin (which will be bruised tomorrow) Takes its time to fade away Because for as long as it taints my lips I can be satisfied with the small amount Of time we had Oh and the high from those Unmentionable substances Is already slipping through my fingers It's such a shame

Occasionally, I may pretend to think you love me Wish to find evidence of myself being more than a toy-    A play thing to easily superseded Create in my mind thoughts of warm feelings-    More then distractions from your pain Your pain, which  is made less while creating mine-    And I don't pay mind But when the illusion I created falls on its face,    And the truth delivers a bullet to my hope I see clearly what lies behind your words It all indicates that your feelings for me are... mutable? So, I cogitate; do you think of me beyond my touch? I believe I know, and I am waking up now    to see where my ignorance and mista

your being alive evokes a feeling a feeling of hate in me with a hint of despair your eyes bring tears to mine and leave the hair on the back of my neck standing tall and erect suddenly the thought of your absence (permanent absence) makes revelry fill my bones and my lips creep up my face forming a sickly smile