#writrblrcafe

That you and I only exist on astral planes

Where love is plentiful;

Yet miscommunication runs rampant.

Seems to be a loop in time

and neither one of us can break

without losing the other

Tell me,

Am I what you stand to lose?

Is there another thumb

that fits perfectly in the palm of your hand?

How many nights have you went to sleep without whistling?

Is there any love for me left,

In your arms or in your bed?

Because I fear my soul has lost its splendor

To even the devil himself.

I have nothing left to offer in exchange for your love,

But my own confusion.

-kirkshiresloss-

I haven't time to think.

I know I swore It off

but I really need a drink.

These decisions that I'm making

they ain't making any sense

but my hands start to shaking

when i speak of you in past tense

theres no one here to talk to

when im sitting all alone

I'd rather smash this bottle

and pick up a phone

but we need no melodrama

no audience to critique

when we both were born of trauma

Lovers sharing a karmic link

As im drowning in these feelings

I can feel you in my bones

Hell may not heal me

but even Hades needs a home.

-kirkshiresloss-

//Persephone//

@fadedawaywiththebreeze

What brought us here?

It was me.

Me and my worries.

Me and my insecurities.

Me and my contingencies.

Me and my inability to reciprocate affection.

It was me.

me.

me.

And I wonder if it's too late to ask you how you're feeling? How was your day? How did you sleep?

Are you erasing all of our memories?

-kirkshiresloss-

//missed-you-again//