Lost in Crazy..

Like water, like soap, like spilling beautiful blood on a porcelain floor. Like tearing apart your skin. Like looking into the sun and losing sight of everything else, then falling into the dirt.

You learn a thing or two over time; like to never lay in his arms after your vessels burn, to not to need him beyond the point of conscious realization, to skip the long breathes after his kiss, to keep your being wrapped in cushions hard to caress indeed, but harder to shred, to cut deeper than your scars, to impulsively love yet retreat when you're still winning, And most importantly that the heart fibrosizes once, beyond that you're only dancing outside.

I'm weak, I'm alone, forever searching for the stuff to fill for the missing pieces in my heart.