Linger

I'm still happy. Even tough you've told me I shouldn't I still have butterflies in my stomach whenever I think of you.
But when you write about them that feeling..
Like millions of little creatures are rotting in my chest..

Pleasure amongst the pain

The pain of loving and not being loved in return. Will I be condemned to it for eternity?

No matter how strong my resolve - I'll always return. Return to you. Return to your sweet embrace. Even if it's only in my dreams. Even if the pain kills me.

Bewildered

I spin. The soft sounds of violins gently stroking my back. She's in my arms and we twirl in tandem. The floor and the walls blend together in a golden spiral as we spin faster and faster. The room is bright. As I focus everything comes to a halt. The room no longer gold but a mixture of twilight and sand. I am in my room. Her nowhere to be seen but my imagination. My head keeps spinning. Inviting me to delve back into my mind. Into my insanity.

Today I lost her and gained her anew.