Βρεχει δε μ’αρέσει βαρέθηκα να είσαι αυτό που είσαι να νιώθεις χωρίς εμένα να με κρατάς σε απόσταση φεύγω άι γαμήσου ξερω και πριν έφυγα αλλά τώρα φεύγω κανονικά ακέφαλα κεφάλια πως γίνεται; γίνεται τρέμω σαν ήχος σα λόξιγγας μου κάθησε επιτέλους στο λαιμό στο στομάχι βαριά η φάση η πόρτα θα πέσει ο τοίχος θα πέσει μου λες ξέρω σου λέω η πόρτα πέφτει ο τοίχος πέφτει έπεσε πονάει το κεφάλι μου.
I’m a little bit fucked up these days. It’s going well but it never goes away completely. There are days that I just want to stay in bed. There’s something missing in my everyday awakening. A specific smell. A pair of lips, a cheek, a forehead. I very often hear the door bell. I don’t know why, but I’m always waiting for those significant footsteps, the warm voice of that semi-smiling face. This must stop cause every time the door opens I find myself being disappointed. Hmm… I don’t know. Sometimes all i want to do is to become 100% pure hydrophilic cotton. And stay hidden inside the shoe closet that I’ve always wanted but I’ll probably never get. But what I really do is staring at some baby vitamins and wearing a purple shirt with o wolf on it.
(via gaywitches)
It’s dawn. Everything is blue. I ring your bell. Twice. I hold my breath while waiting. One, Two, Three, Four, Five. Thank God you’ re asleep. I almost run away. I’m better off without you anyway. Do I lie? Fuck this. I hate it that you don’t feel pain, I hate weakness. I hate this. FUCK THIS.
I have a microchip implanted in my heart, So if I try to escape the robots will blow me apart, And my limbs will go flying, And land before the ones that I love.
