I’m scared for my trembling fingers that shake like the ceaseless pendulum of time when u spew ur thoughtless fire at me
I’m scared for my lungs that choke on thick black smoke to calm my nerves and keep my steady heart from flirting with the rapid succession of my increasingly unstable thoughts
I’m scared for my eyes that are glazed over in a drunken haze, a thoughtless listless glance that tells you the lights are on but no ones home
All I ever wanted was to feel ur pores scrape against mine, feel ur pulse in the palm of my hand but all I feel is ur hand on the nape of my neck your grip tightening ever so slowly.
Someone give me a lesson on how to live life cause I certainly don’t know how