#sub heaven

I remember feeling alive, for the first time in a long time when your hands roamed my body, igniting the fire within me, the next week you told me that you had a fear of fire, and we stopped talking, but it's late at night when I'm alone, that I remember the first time, and your hands come back and pull me down into my sheets and hold me captive, forcing me to feel you all over again, the memory will not fade, and you will not fade, the fire within me couldn't smoke you out, not even if I tried my hardest, I just want to feel alive again.

Have you ever asked a wall a question? It doesn’t answer back, and neither do you. Conversations with myself seem to be normal now, always talking, loud and obnoxious. I could ask the world what went wrong, But no one would know because they’re not you, I have so many unanswered questions, theories and conspiracies About how and why this goddamn relationship suddenly crashed, Sending pieces of my love flying everywhere else but to you, I stay up past 1AM now, trying to figure out what you meant by ‘Let’s be friends’, because we haven’t spoken since then, And it’s not like I can just ask because suddenly I don’t exist, It’s pathetic, honestly, how I have to write this because everyone has gotten tired Of listening to me complain about how much I hate you, The truth is, I don’t, and I don’t think I ever will, I just want my goddamn answers, Then again, Maybe no answer at all is an answer.

You tremble, As I walk into the room, I watch you break down, Slobbering, begging for my love to return, You look up, and notice I am glowing- I am divine, You crawl towards me, I laugh, And then I fucking destroy you, Someone like you doesn’t deserve a second chance.

Intense, raw anger, In its finest form, Exists within me, Better off friends is the nice way of saying, ‘We’ll pretend we’re on good terms, but we won’t ever talk again’ And with that, I will make it known, The second you touched me for the first time, I began to burn Burn with an intense, ultimate passion for you, And the second you left, I continued to burn, Except with a violent, chaotic and menacing passion, I burn so you stay away, But I secretly hope you do touch me once more, So I can burn your hands off, I never want you to touch anyone ever again.