Make me wander around through the trail of setting stars.

Do you miss a part of them that was way too crucial for you to outlive?

What if we are stuck in a loop? A loop of toxic yes-es and forbidden touches.

Giving voice to already-written pieces is fun.

I will numerically stick with you until. The night falls by me being in your arms.

We have some nights that belong just to us. Cling to those nights. Because sometimes we don't need reasons for why we are doing what we are doing.

Love every stretch mark I hide under mom jeans and long-sleeved sweaters.

My thoughts fixate on the fact, that were you drunk that night? Was there a quench for a perfect glass of scotch burning down your throat one last time? But something that hurts me the most was the fact, that you died alone.

My blood thickens over the loss of water lilies. However, there is a calm in my nerves because my anger slips through the tip of my tongue in the garden of dandelions.

Live through me in a world that belongs to you and you alone. Have those memories of you and I alive.