Posted by on April 28, 2016
poetry, the night / No Comments

Infinite madness, unlimited sadness; I feel the pull on me towards darkness, but your grip anchors me to the now.

I fear the future because I am ashamed of the past- why does this happy feeling pass? Why won’t these drugs last?

I feel your lips on my neck and I get chills, I wonder if these nights aren’t just cheap thrills. What is the deal?

Cut me deep, watch me bleed. I won’t give up on this, on us, we can make it if we will it. Feel it!

Damn it, I don’t care if it’s right or wrong- baby be strong and hold on, this is life or death, and I won’t lose all I have left…