killingwithcuteness

romancing racing hearts under the reckless kiss of moon light half asleep and half imprudent, still sought that hug, that kiss, that night it was a union of something under the influence or of loneliness it was blissful or sinful it didnt matter it was a union unforgettable a moment of pause, a moment reminded, stifled with a smile it was something, it was sweet, its something that makes this hand touch this right cheek the sun kissed skin, the photographs, the gestures, the hands intertwined that vanilla scent, that smile, those eyes, those embarrassing thoughts and suggestions it was something from the movies of friends to lovers, f

◘ Writing on what is a reality and a promise ◘ Writing about suicide not for the intent but for something else listening to something that illuminates to lessen the urge, frustrated and wasted, can one feel it? can one see it? so sick and tired of hearing self complains trying,struggling,running,strangling.... again with this self immolation and more procrastination move along or against the flow, moving is the idea, the intention sure it is, like the delusion pulsating something beautiful to open ones eyes, for it has been closed to hold tears and promises holding to words till it bleeds and bleeds flowing and flowing