“Something about you that drives me crazy… that awakens some sort of thirst-hunger for you…”
You, the artist, are completely messed up, f up in your head. Through your eyes, I can almost see my destruction but yet I can't move away…can't look away.
Now you sit there infront of me smiling, that innocent and smooth smile, at my helplessness. How did I get here? How did we get here?
“Yes..” all he waited for was a “yes”. He waited for years and years. But he stayed. Never gave me up.
Yet, a moment with you feels enough to fill my lifetime longing- the emptiness. But how can I forget his patience and his loyalty and his love?
Maybe you and I aren't so different… both ruthless… both careless…both heartless.
A soft graze across my cheek, I yearn for more but you know that.
A slow brush across my lips with your thin cold fingers. I close my eyes as you lean forward, towards my lips, but I feel the words “open your eyes” on my skin. Like a child, I open my eyes and gaze into your soul… I don't see you, ofcourse not.. I see myself, cornered and caged. Something clicks at that moment, I grab your face, lock my fingers behind your hair and pull you in…
I believe we meet again…
