“You are especially empty and dying to be full. Caring about the things that never mattered and not the ones that pull. Quit testing the fucking waters not being prepared to drown. The days of worth have come and gone and you never made a sound.”
Here we are on the sixty-sixth minute past the hour of six. I signaled your warning and now you chose to be here and that is very special to me. This isn’t for everyone, but it was made for you. Scattering words around combatting all of my unrest until this disorder is through. The more I think about what I do, I’m not sure if there is something wrong with me or you? Through this moment our lips crash together, fatally. Head on and dead on. The taste of blood is no more evident than the other moments we give away so easily. You know, the ones we will never get back. My passion is drowning me, but with every gasp I get at the surface I choose to go a little deeper, to go a little further. I wish you were prepared to drown, but I have no use for bodies here, my words look better in crowns. So, let’s enjoy this embrace because we might not get another. I’m just stuck in this world, but undoubtedly from another. That’s the realization I have to live with. The one I have to live through. And in that moment, your arms may be around me, but it has nothing to do with you.
