I wrote a book and burnt that. I don't remember exactly what i put in it, but the next book i'll write will be the revolution around you. I began with this habit again because of you, just you, one reason to write again. Never faked a word, never made up a feeling. 
I've seen you, in the most innocent manners, like you appreciated shitty write ups. 
As i write, in all the notifications there's one name i search. Your name. 
I look for you in every place, 
I want to find you, 
I know he's a better writer than me, i know you love his stuff but i exist, 
Maybe i crave you, he doesn't. 
Maybe he deserves the appreciation i die for. Appreciation from you. 
Right now at 3am in night, i can't take you out of my head, you're in every little blood cell in my body, and without you i can't exist, i can't exist. I just can not be who i am without you. You're the one that keeps me going, i'm just a dead sad teenager who in the entire worlds population find you the finest creation of my Lord. The best example of beauty and the purest essence of hearts. 
I crave you, your appreciation, i miss when there was no one but you. 
I promise to rage a war against this world to take a stand for you, i'd crush anyone for that absolute beauty in your eyes. 
It's just sad, i can't even find your name here in my notification box, but who cares, maybe i do, but still, just to remind you, i miss you.

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