A mortal with shattered sanity

   I     am not over you yet.
need
you
to
see
how
frail
I
am
without
you.

razorblade:

My lazy morning fantasy 
Consists of you and me and nothing in between 
And we don’t have to wake up yet 
But when we do we can stay under the covers 
Sleepy-eyed lovers 
Weaving daydreams ‘round cloud colored sheets 
Oh all the things we let ourselves believe

swollenpoetry:

I tried, really.
Sometimes, it’s not enough
for us to see hands as mere
hands. Look at your palms:
maybe a map, maybe an island,
maybe a road halved into two
forks, where do I go? The lines
do not end on your skin.
I still try, really.
Here is the definition of space:
romance. Another: skin on skin,
lip on lip, breath upon another
layer of breath, you & I. Maybe,
there is nothing else to learn
but to unlearn what has been
learned. Because I want to forget.

I’ll try,
really.