bicycleofthoughts

Fantasizing how I would kiss you,
undress you, caress you, press you
I just come in a tissue,
but then I think about how I miss you,
your smell, your smile and your weird hairdo,
and instead of facing the issue,
I just come in a tissue

Aching for the dopamine that will rush you,
killing the guilt that will crush you,
running from the emptiness that might hurt you
It’s happiness that I pursue,
so I just come in a tissue

Darkness blinds me, I can’t see anymore,
lying on the floor, lifeless like a fish on the shore,
waiting for someone to come in through the door,
emptiness creeps my core as I can’t go for number four
I can’t come in a tissue anymore