Liquor.

Normally I'll have a story or some sort of inspiration behind my writing. But there really isn't a story behind this one. I was literally just sitting down minutes ago, channeling my random thoughts and this came about. I'm not sure what it's about myself.
I have a feeling this will be happening pretty often from now, seeing as my mind is to busy to settle down and let me write as soon as I think of something.
I hope you all have a great weekend! :)

We sat in the shells of our former selves.

Listening to the heartbeat of burdened souls.

These cracked selves we have created.

What we did to us...

 

Our lights were the taste of liquor.

Our hearts  the inebriation of cigarettes.

We melted,

Slowly..

Like snow.. on a cold sunny morning.

 

Our love...

My love.

Was a fade of itself.

A present memory.

 

We lived in the nostalgia of our imaginations.

Look what we did to us.

Look at the scars on the edge of our smiles.

See how we don’t find our eyes as we speak.

 

This is what we did to us.

This is how we tore ourselves apart.

Looked after the pieces of our decay.

 

I hope we find this laughter we search for in the dark corners.

I pray our feet lead us to the Promised Land.

And I hope we relive these days of youth.

These days we have let melt away...

Like wax burned in slow lustful heat.