You saw me, you looked right through me, stripped my bones to my soul and loved me, obsessively when I did not love myself.
We laughed at the chaos we created, In each other, in others.
You defined me. And I, you.
You were the dark love of my life.
The only man strong enough to hold onto my hurricane, effortlessly.
You were the greatest writer that ever lived. Because of your pen, I am eternal.
I feel you, now, still, always.
You’re here, as you have always been..
I see your ghost- gifts to me
and I know that I am not alone
you’re watching me, waiting for me
When I leave this world, it will be
In the next life or in hell..
As long as I am with you.
I love you. I miss you. And you can stop not..
“You can like the idea of someone. Who you want them to be. Or it is an amalgamation of who you know them to be and your own perception. With you it is not the concept or image of what I want, but the very essence of who you actually are. How you are an angry misanthropic but capable of so much good for the people you care about. Even if it is detrimental to you. You revel in morbidity but you still find ways to be happy. Your head should have a crime scene tape wrapped around it for all that you are capable of and yet you have a smile that is like a thousand suns. You dwell in dark corners forever fighting with both your conscience and consciousness over the things you want and are capable of. Pain, blood, wanting to fucked to the edge of death and back to life. I know these things about you. I've understood them and for that reason every single woman has paled in comparison. So do I obsess over you? Yes. Always have. Always.”
From the pen of Urban Nomad 🖤
