The thought of you keeps me awake at night and I might as well sleep with a hanger in my mouth. I close my eyes and I try to numb myself but the memories fog my mind.
"you must be exhausted"
"because you have been running through my mind all day"
Of course I wouldn’t say that, I mean, that’s a pretty stupid pick up line. My mouth itches to say it and my heart believes Aristotle. He believed that one’s personality comes from the heart and I choose to ignore modern psychology.
With our shared poisons to intoxicate our veins I could tell that there was something there.
As we listened to “Stay high” and felt every lyric and every note of the song our bodies warmed up and we made up our own dance. I enjoyed every moment of it and please, stay in touch.
I thought I understood emotions; dopamine can go to hell.
Love is my weakness more than my strength, so please don’t make me weak, and let me regain my strength. They say love heals, yet all I have ever gained from it were wounds and I am scared. Scared that you will take whatever is left of me because then I will feel the need to hide my wounded self and there will not be room left for scars.