He’s very talented. Unfortunately, he’s also very critical. The artist in him would create; the critic would destroy. As a result he has done nothing since.
i barely remember how it feels anymore, to be with you
i haven’t seen you in years
i don’t think of you that often anymore, not really
all those memories slowly faded
only when people tell me what you’re doing, where you’ve been, what you’ve seen
only then do i vaguely recall
but in that moment, when you entered the room
your smell, your taste, everything about you
the thoughts, the feelings, the cravings
they all returned
i tried to remind myself
you’re something from my old life, a ghost from the past, the thing i forced myself to quit
i feel empty since i left you
i can never resist
after one kiss, i came alive again
these hollow fingers felt whole again
i could feel the ground beneath my feet again
i was connected with my mind again
was that the blood rushing through my veins again?
your reputation says otherwise, but you anchor me
just like you used to, you took me down into my depths, and unlocked the words that had been lost beneath
just like we used to, we spent the night together
in that bed together
just like you used to, you made the words pour out of my mouth, like a waterfall of colour, flooding the room, until we slowly drowned together
now my eyes are weak, and reality is taking over
the blood stops rushing, my hands feel hollow, the colours are fading, you’re walking away
it never lasts
but your scent still lingers, your taste still on my lips
will i see you again?
Nothing will fuck up your twenties more than thinking you’re supposed to have your shit together.