Literature
Lonely Bones
Alone in the way I could never get you back, or possibly apologize enough.
Close in the way you still haunt my dreams, linger in the back of my head.
Brewing up brain storms.
I've never seen anyone so beautiful do such horrible things to the heart.
What am I supposed to do when I can't reach you anymore?
thinkfastthinkfastthinkfast
Too late.
You're gone, and I know I won't be able to chase you.
No need going after someone who doesn't want to be caught.
Clever words like lipstick on napkins, kisses on your wrists,
I'm just trying to prepare you for the lonely nights.
Lonely bones, lonely hearts.
Where do I go when my conscious foll