oh, darling, my love,
your voice is my home
a well of peace in me, a dove
eighteen hundred and twenty-five skies
have fallen down last night
when i found out you are not alright
i thought we'll get through
and i will somehow make you whole again
using my love as a glue
but the road is wet
it's all vaguely
and i feel like we've never even met
take, take, take
take my hand, won't you
don't let this break you
i felt sixteen explosions on my skin
that number is equal to the number of years i've been alive
and the number of lives i loved you in
i want to take over your pain
and that is not because i'm brave
but beacuse i'm a coward and
it hurts less to suffer
than watch you being carried by insomnia
like it's your lover
this reveals a sick joy and ardor
in me - maybe if you survive
you're gonna love me harder
and i'm sorry because i was unfaithful
i've let sadness crawl in my bed
and sleep with me every night; it's been quite and painful
i swear i will make it up to you
for these separated lives
and the hell we went through
one kiss for every lonely hour
and one 'i love you' for every
cry in the shower
oh, darling, my love
your voice is my home
a well of peace in me, a dove
eighteen hundred and twenty-five skies
have fallen down last night
but i'll make sure you recover and you'll soon be alright
YOU ARE READING
Annihilate
Poetrywhen i embody sadness i do not own the image on the cover. i found it on Tumblr.