frost-kitten

that's the last time ok. she whispered softly as she hid herself in the curve of his neck as they lay there still entwined. the bitter hurt hung in the air, like the smoke rings she blew above their heads before. understanding. such an easy thing to fake. like the make up she hid under every day. and as he held her tightly it could have never ended. this is the last time. and when they kissed it would have been the perfect finale. i meant what i said. he whispered as their eyes met like the first time. the closest they had been and the furthest apart, her eyes stung. but i want you to be happy she thought and she meant it too

harsh air brushes wings touched and stolen by uncaring hands keeps hurting with unfaultering want Trespassing weird and untouched ground the vast expanse of other worlds Burning for its single aim and in the end it turns to dust.

knees bent slightly, wrapped in plastic Sitting lonely on iron benches hands warming with cheap hot coffee cigarette embers giving illusions of heat uncomfortable and self pitying lips pouted and tiny tears threatening paranoia ruining the sweetest things and lack of understanding frustrates now everything falls apart and away the sweetest thing is mine no more I miss the things we never did And inside poison slowly works through all my veins inside to out Like glass in my hands though i knew it was there i did nothing.

Eyes stare vacant out the window Skin is pastel, lips are breathless Lashes never meet Last sight is fear and knowing, certainty of lack of future. Now travelling on a pointless journey Unaware of people watching Back is rigid, metal support Separate passengers oblivious To trauma, pain and fear was suffered For this endless, aimless ride Apathy, fear and certainty Everyone has the same journey Endless, pointless, aimless, for a Superficial existence.