oleanderpowder

sumtimes i wonder if it's all a misery that i let in my heart and what would i be without it. would i simply be void? crimeless criminal. passionless passion. i can die to hear your words, to see your face.. and i can think you'll save me somehow, but i know it can never happen, i know you are never there. intentions soully good, but hardly fair. instead of being enraged i am simply caged with this fear of losing you, loving you, wanting you,needing you... and i do, and I want it, but i cannot have it.. these eyes are soaking blue. crying till i am so full of love and hate and NOTHING could come between this thought and me and you. die another day, not here, not now. i can't bare to see your light fading as it does, on the floor now.. only a flicker of a flame left. die somewhere else now. I cannot watch your face crumbling any longer. do not make me face this sorrow i cannot survive to bare.
die somewhere else.
on someone elses carpeted floor.. under the streetlights and the moon.