Wait is death.

Minute by minute.

Second chilly morning of new born winter. Sweaters, my friends, are like wearable sex.

And all I see is where else I could be
When I'm at home,
And in your arms to be,
Is the only possibility to not be alone.

Inspired by:
Your Heart Is An Empty Room
DCFC

Analyzing You

So how are you now anyway?

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I see a gap. And no, you may not make another excuse to try to explain it. Go ahead, call it a 'lull period'. Call it a fucking misunderstanding.
Do whatever the fuck you want to do with your precious self and your valuable time. You've hurt me enough. And I've had enough of your wounded little drama.
And why should I pretend? Oh, maybe one day things will be the way they were. Laughter and nothing but.
Yeah, right.
Let's see you try and make a little effort. Not going to happen, am I right?
Because you only choose to miss those who hurt you and those who help will always be there.

And you don't take in much of it, do you? So read this and call me whatever the fuck you want to.
But now, in your heart you're always going to know, you're the one that brought us down. You're the one that gave up.
So go on, blame me. Put the weight on my shoulders and run away. Run. Because it's what you do best. Escapist inside a rock-solid box.

So let me now ask:
Who Are You?

Because you definitely are not the friend I once knew.

And now is when I cant tell where I end and you begin.

The teabag plunges into the bubbling water.

The best red mug we own. Water boiled for exactly 4 and a 1/2 minutes. Strained just in case. Milk from the little carton. 1 and a 1/4 teaspoons of sugar.

The bag makes a splash and drops of water burn my fingers. The tea infuses itself, sends down swirls of the deepest brown into every part of the mug. Slowly it all becomes one - black. Like my blackened heart, or your faith. Back to the tea, I add a little white and it is now the exact same colour of your skin, and mine. Because your skin is mine, and your eyes also. Mix the sugar, let it dissolve, and fuse with the love. A liquid tea kiss, for you. Just the way you like it.

Plus a smile because you've been extra well-behaved lately.

"It's too watery. I don't want it."