C r a v i n g sC R A V I N G SN I C KI wait outside the door, staring at my feet. My shoes are splattered with mud. Rain beats down my back, drenching my clothes and making my hair fall lank. My hands shift nervously in my jeans pockets. It seems like a lifetime until she opens the door. You made it, she murmurs awkwardly. Her freshly dyed hair glistens in the bright light escaping from the doorway. Her deep, dark brown eyes are lined heavily in kohl. She has certainly done herself up tonight
unusual. My heart struggles to break free from my ribcage, as my eyes gave her the up and the down. She never usually wears anything even close to that. I quickly make eye contact I dont want to look like a comp
Complex ChemistryWrapped in my black velvet, secure nightPure sin waitingCutting lines to break the chain,And stitch up the woundsNumbing out the sequence of complex chemistryAnd equationsThat determines your high,Your hit helps your forgetHow his love smacks you harder in the face than his lies.His white morning dawn rips apart your cloak of solaceHe wants to unleash your insecuritiesHe needs to see your vulnerabilitiesSet him freeLet him have control, Obliterate your tiesLoosen up,OrHell let all god-forsaken hell break looseIf you make just one false move.An extroverted, and plainly nervous, sense of humourCovers nothing up.Its the reason he lives,Breathes.Aching to see your slender frame quiver,And crash to the floor,Shaking,Panicking,Freaking,Shouting
S C R E A M I N G !Hes not going to get away with this
O N E M O R E T I M E !