I drowned myself in the aroma of your sweater.
Do you not remember?
I would wrap myself with your love & rejoice your presence.

It’s hard for me to believe that at a period of time, I was at peace.
I felt bliss.

Nostalgia kills.

My drug,
cause for some reason you’re the only thing keeping me high.
I despise what you made me.
I’m lost.
A hopeless intuition, I lost nothing but my ambition.
I can’t resist the temptation.

The casualty of reminiscing on us…
What we are, what we were.
Are we an us?

I wish I could die in your arms and grasp onto the air in your lungs for the taste of life to be on my tongue.

Content with loneliness.
I must be crazy, I dream nothing
But escape in my slumber…

Don’t wake me.