#flamepost

[spiced-honeynash]

I miss you

I wasn't even yours

and you were never mine

thoughts hold me

whispers of a love

that will never exist

— A.w.S.

[spiced-honeynash]

[spiced-honeynash]

just once I'd like to know what it feel like to be loved equally in return.

but for now the drugs in my veins and burn of alcohol in my stomach will keep me warm.

— A.w.S

[spiced-honeynash]

the emptiness eats me in these late hours. the in-between of "what could have been" and "what could be".

it feels like the days blend and fade, nothing worthwhile being fulfilled, yet that promise of tomorrow is something I dread. So much that could be done and yet the inability to do any of it. So I see another day wasted away.

Maybe this is because the original countdown for me is over and I am on some sort of borrowed time. And yet still there's nothing to be done with it.

Time is a gift I never deserved.

— A.w.S

[spiced-honeynash]

would you mind?

if I disappeared... would you mind?