the smell of night
snorting stars
to see and be seen
doesn’t matter if you’ve wandered far
a gift of sight
in my dreams
the warmth of your kiss
to achieve something serene
at your side
to achieve tranquility
this time
how long will you stay at mine
i want to be better
so cyclical, this hive mind
all of it is chemical
and i am only one person
or so id like to believe
but when my reflection fractures
each fragment of glass
is where i exist
i am who i am
but i want to better than this
if not for me, for him
words are just words
they mean nothing
so a career as a writer
could never amount to something
mania will always find me
a means to no end
and we share a sweet kiss of death
again
-g.m.t.
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
The Longest Minute
A minute. Sixty seconds to say goodbye. That’s all the time that I had left with him as the needle slid into his leg. I stared into his drooping eyes, looked at the blood-tainted saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. They said that this was the best thing that we could do for him, a last kind act for a best friend…but if that were the case, then why did my heart feel so heavy?
By Stephanie Hoogstad7 days ago in Fiction
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