Right now I can close my eyes and feel your skin with my mind.
All I do is pretend. I listen to every song that reminds me of every word you have ever said to me.
Your existence makes a fool of me.
If only I could just let you go.
Right now I can touch my arm and smell your sweat and taste your tongue.
All I do is pretend. I play like I can see you in the shadows in my room.
Your resistance terrorizes me.
Right now I wish so hard that every memory burned into me was actually reality on a loop of never ending sex with you for infinity.
All I do is pretend. And I lie to my friends about how close we are when the real you haven’t spoken to me in 3.5 days.
You are so amazing that every day without you I wake up and wish I could stop pretending and you were there next to me, right now baby or
That I had never met you at all.
Kismet.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 