xxanastasiaxx

In the final hours
comes the emptying of my soul..

You can stay in my house
wrapped in your coat of razor blades
you can smash my furniture
get pissing drunk and break the bottles
show me your scars
where they knifed you, the tired lines
like zippers
Sweetheart, show me the bruises.
Curse me if you want to.
Tomorrow noon the two of us
could sit across the table
hung over
I'd skip work.
I'd make espresso and slice oranges
I'd watch your eyes that learned bewilderment
when all you loved
stopped meeting your free, limitless gaze.
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I hate goodbyes
so I won't say goodbye
cause i might be back one day
I will just blow kisses instead


extra kisses for a boy called Elvis...(imagine that..swoon)

Gosh I feel so loved....