While I breathe, I hope.

ASSPLAY

is it fake, or is it real?

the curious side of me enjoys its appeal.

to me its just a carefully thought, mindless plot

just born in some random mans mind

another pointless chime 

rings in the back of his head 

a distant call to himself that says that,

maybe just maybe everything will work out,

pretending he knows just what hes talking about, 

making up excuses to feel this made up feeling he himself created.

but what is love?

what do we all know?

does it rise you above the world?

does it take you beneath the bullshit?

What do we know?

But you,

you think you know it all

you dont know shit.

imagining a world full of sorrow and despair,

that only you yourself could understand.

straining my self to help you cure the itch

now im done with this bitch,

let her slit her wrists.

I know ill care too much,

ill let it gnaw me away.

i wont break this time.

my mind wont sway.

ive tried too hard to stay this way.

to stay backed against the wall,

making sure i cant get a knife in my back,

avoiding every call,

trust only builds ammo to attack.

and i refuse to let anyone pull the trigger that turns my soul black.

ive always known i, myself, will be the death of me.

so for now, ill just continue to keep my thoughts locked in solitary.

I just want to know, have your lips spoken my name since the last time we’ve talked? Has your mind been reminded of the sweet embrace that demonic thing called “love” had on our hearts? I’m just curious, you see. Because the thought of you to me, is not vague, but vivid in a sense. But its slowly fading. Melting away like the snow in March, and suddenly, so very suddenly, memories of you seem not to matter as much. I’ve seen what love can do, and I’ve seen hate prevail. But today, love does not exist.

Love is but a tale.