Feelings .

A love that I am dammed to feel for the both of us. A love that keep flowing from a dry spring. Loving you is mischievous. Like a mouse being lured by the cheese, only to get trapped after. Loving you made me forget I exist.

Tell me, as I have been always the Monster, never the wounded warrior.

It doesn't feel like reality anymore.

It's like I'm stuck in my own imagination ,

Replaying the future I wish I was in all over again.

It feels like waking up in the moment you wished to live the most ;

I am trapped in my own heart

Blinded by nostalgia

I will never fully move on .

ghost in my bed - zhu

We weren’t love. We were a little more. We were addiction , desire , we were intoxicated. In the first second I met you , you lit my whole body on fire , and never dared to extinguish it since. I knew it was more than love when I realized that our time was never enough. My heart ripped itself apart trying to crawl back to you. My senses were craving you. It was more than love then , it was lust , thirst , avidity. It was two souls finally connecting to each other, two lost people who lastly found each other , two different types of love , adoration, melting in each other. It was a confusing feeling , of wanting more than you can take ,it was an unrealistic type of selfishness . An eternal emotion of need, an overwhelming feeling of loneliness which settled in my bones when I heard you say “ Goodbye” , although we always said goodbye, but we never knew which one is the last. Your passion gave me a lingering sensation of fear when I thought I could lose you. Your absence can tear me apart, so please , don’t break me.

We weren’t love. We were a little more. We were addiction , desire , we were intoxicated. In the first second I met you , you lit my whole body on fire , and never dared to extinguish it since. I knew it was more than love when I realized that our time was never enough. My heart ripped itself apart trying to crawl back to you. My senses were craving you. It was more than love then , it was lust , thirst , avidity. It was two souls finally connecting to each other, two lost people who lastly found each other , two different types of love , adoration, melting in each other. It was a confusing feeling , of wanting more than you can take ,it was an unrealistic type of selfishness . An eternal emotion of need, an overwhelming feeling of loneliness which settled in my bones when I heard you say “ Goodbye” , although we always said goodbye, but we never knew which one is the last. Your passion gave me a lingering sensation of fear when I thought I could lose you. Your absence can tear me apart, so please , don’t break me.