ikutophantomluver

My throat is soar, my skin burned, this sand is hot and rough. Still, I can't move. Where did he go? Even after I was beaten down, abused, drowned, I still can't run away. I just stay, lying here. He left, you came. You help me off the sand back on my feet. But you leave before I can say a word. Where did you go? I always ask while I wander and endless desert looking for the one who gave me hope. Looking for you.

it's time for goodbye but I scream, "hello" for every time I was silent. you don't know how badly I ache to  change all our exchanges into long conversations. I stayed away but now find we're out of time without warning. even now I can't speak afterall, how can you say "goodbye" without saying "hello"? I'll always dream of what could have been while you'll never know. so let this be my first and final "hello"

I glance off to the side, catching her eye for just a moment. That's the girl I can't stand, but also the girl I think I love. I can't stand the way she refuses to greet me when we pass, or how she smiles with others, but never with me. Why can't we share a moment like that? I love her so much, but I can't go near her. I hate how she ignores me like I don't care for her more than anyone, like I'm a faceless stranger just passing by. Not that I've told her anything about my feelings for her, but it still hurts. Sometimes I try ignoring her, just to get her back, even though she doesn't care. It helps me feel microscopically better. Still... ev

There she sits quietly on a bench, just watching and waiting. She wears a plum knit hat pulled over her brown bushy curls, wraps a gray scary round her neck and covers her round freckled nose. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, she has her coat, hat and scarf so she is warm enough. She has to wait until four o'clock anyway, for that is the time he'll pass on his way home. Sometimes he takes the subway, other times the bus, but it doesn't matter; he always passes this bench. She smiles beneath her scarf as he strides past, he too is bundled up in a thick peacoat with a scarf and gloves. She smiles at his near perfect posture, his relaxed caref

fierce eyes stare up underneath those shaggy locks cruelly you smirk after killing any happiness left in me and finally I can see you

You have more to say than anyone, stories and beautiful thoughts swirling around in your head, but you can't give voice to them every time you open your mouth to speak you catch yourself and keep silent You're an observer you take in the world and see its beauty you notice what others miss and know more than you should but no one can see like you do so you pretend you can't see either You hear the music of the world noises lost to the background you're so stunned by its beauty you tune out the rest of the world. So much is trapped inside you, your brain is ripping at the seams and when you leave this world you love, no one