Ghost

I can’t explain it in any other way but to call it soulless, devoid of life, bereft of some kind of weight of presence. When you’re looking at moving pictures, scrolling through feeds, constant insisting notifications and messages. One can’t help but to feel some disgust, no?

If I write it in blood Would it read the way I intend? Some need a sign, some need love I knew life would hurt but I can’t pretend I was blind to how much And I hear the shake in your voice When you lie say you don’t give a fuck But baby that was never our choice As you know

@vixeias This white boy wants to know when you have dinner

white people be like i eat dinner at 5pm

If you wanna feel something I can provide it This existence is numbing I see you hiding Are you living Or surviving? I think I know I suspect I do What’s eating me What’s eating you We can identify I only feel it’s right That we try to

You said you’d do anything for me, but what will that mean when your voice breaks and you say “I’m sorry”?

For all my sins I may not be absolved, but if god tries us for our crimes I’ll say you were uninvolved.

I’m no saint But you look like eden And I’m begging Praying Pleading You’ll open those gates If you’ll have me If you’ll keep me Take all my sin And match my breathing I know as well As you do I get it That life is hell But with you I find heaven

I know we really shouldn’t But I know you wanna Girl we get so busy But when I say I need you I need you like water 7 days is just too long For me to go without a Lingering kiss on your stomach And we only have 5 minutes But baby fuck it I need this And you do too

I see you claiming hunger With a mouth so full And here I am I’ve barely grazed my teeth on you So pray that you forgive The extent of my sin If you can find the acceptance To let me in Now won’t you Say my name again Just like you did The first time love bit you like this

It’s highs and lows I write more notes ‘Til I blow up this phone Psycho I know Like why play cold When I show up can’t cope Restless in my heart ‘Til that shit stops Restless in the dark Thinking ‘til dawn I hate the sun I hate the warmth My head is done My head is gone

Mentally I’m gone If it’s meant to be it’s on This one is sending me It’s setting me off Thinking about ending me Is getting me off God She calls me insane While I’m palming her thong Playing in my face I’ve been crazy all along Psychotic but god I’m the psycho that you want

Who could ever love a monster like me, and if you claim it to be you, then what is it that makes you so devoted? These words from scarred hands in smudged, scrawled ink—and you tell me my writing is beautiful? The only beauty I see is in you, my muse.

I’m sorry I don’t care for your wisdom, your “good advice”, I never wanted to know better, I only ever wanted to live my life. That’s the contention between us: You want to be right, but what good is being right if you never fall in love, watch a sunset, see your daughter’s eyes?

All that could have been, you grieve it so strongly you can’t see all that could be.

The valley of her body I sink into holds water and I drink deeply of every drop it offers me.

I don’t care for the glory, the fame, the fortune or whether or not anyone will remember my name, this is enough for me—to have you here, line after line, your words and mine exchanged, arranged and intertwined.

Kiss me until the stars burn out.

It’s her tongue in my mouth, the breath I can’t take, sweet suffocation, it’s the way the edges of my vision lose shape.

Fuck immortality, I want to die by your hands, kill me, wrap your fingers around my neck because I only breathe for you anyway, every molecule of oxygen I inhale was only needed to profess my worship, and my last breath will be used to give thanks that we were bound a lifetime.

It’s the way her lips tease me with proximity, the lightest feather-graze of hers on mine with barely air displaced, and the breath caught in my chest that I can’t release for the life of me, god, look what she did to me.