Nighttime WanderingsTo most people, my dreams would be enjoyable. But for me, they are my worst nightmare. I dream of things that were and things that never will be, and they are always with the people I miss the most. I want to see you; I want to do the things I do in my dreams. Instead I will never see you again, let alone go on the crazy adventure my subconscious imagines. My mind doesn't realize it, but it is torturing me. Every morning I wake up to the music and realize that those things never happened. They never will.Nighttime Wanderings by *StarlitNova
lovedrunkshe looks at me, all big doe eyes and cupid-bow lips, tells me, now i'm not trying to say i'm about to kill myself, but i'm about to kill myself.lovedrunk by *ohsostarryeyed
the traffic light is glass. not that it's reflective, not that it's bright, but that it's so slow, a liquid, moving like a year. it's also what my blood has become with these words.
we're in my car but i'm scared. i know i'm the one behind the wheel, but i don't know what she's got in her purse. i don't know her name but i do know she's drunk. so am i. i know we shouldn't be driving but i couldn't leave such sad eyes at a bar. i guess, if i'm being entirely honest, i also couldn't leave such a beautiful body at a bar, either. especially if some guy with worse intentions than i couldn't pass her up.
talk to me, i say. i don't glance up from the road because i'm scared of what i'll see, and what i won't.
you're not my fucking therapist, she tells me. i know she's wearing red lipstick and i imagine it turns to venom with those words.