diary of a heroin junkie point 2

You asked me if it was okay if you touched my face and I said yes. My mind filled with unbelievable rhythms of waves and conquered my brain cells as the minutes passed. You smelt like the inside of a burning house, but I was still on the edge of the cliff and it didn't seem to matter. We would have conversations but we would never finish them, like a rose with a cut in its thorn it was always very rare to find. A stranger would pass us every now and again staring at us whiles we kissed at open sea with no help what so ever. Everyday shattered within its self and made a run through the night like a disease in its first stage, we still were kissing. You put your lips below my waist and whispered "like nothing else in the world" and I smiled knowing there were many connotations to that phrase. There was ants crawling beneath our curves but we did not care at all, we washed the world away with the blink of an eye and nothing could ever touch us. We were not cliché, we were not unique, we were not rare, but we did come crashing down like desperate angels in heaven waiting to be free. In the middle, we made our way to my room where there was plenty of space to silently roll around our conceited souls.

In the end, I walked home alone. To where there was no other way out but the back door which you blocked off a minute before my mystery. So you are not ready to frame the existence of our past but it will be okay. Whenever I would watch the love between two beings it would always remind me of us, how we use to be. How every time I see you the darkness within your pupils increase up to the desperate streets of where we use to be. I kissed you and I kissed you and I kissed you and I kissed you and I kissed you and I kissed and I kissed you and I kissed and I kissed you and my salvation is still stretching towards freedom in the deep blue sea.