i lay there lifeless,
like a cold dream
of a once burning soul,
i lay there.
frozen over,
thick as ice,
as the glaciers
of curiosity
form within my brain.
what if,
the fire you started stayed?
what if,
the way you whispered
you loved me,
felt real?
and what if,
the burning passion
of raw narcissism
didn't kill me?
"would you still love me?"
is something i will only question,
when my skull is cracked open,
while melted wounds of you,
bleed from beneath.
-zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
