the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.
When my mother is asleep,
After my father leaves,
I sneak into her bed- reminding me of when I was a child
But not because of the nightmares that plague me
But because my mother is beautiful when she sleeps
Eyes closed, mouth half open after she takes
What she needs to drift off
And I tell her I’m here
And she asks if ill stay with her, as if I were one if her dreams
And I cry because
I know my mother loves me
Even when I use
Even when I relapse
Even when I’m withdrawing
Even when I’m only two days sober.
I know my mother loves me,
Even when she sleeps.
I don’t know how much you know about heroin, but I can tell you this. The second it hits your veins you feel it from your head to your toes; pure ecstasy. It feels like butterflies rushing through your body. I knew a guy that after his first hit everyday, moaned reluctantly from sheer pleasure. When you feel that good its hard to imagine feeling anything in comparison without it.
Why do I tell you this? Occasionally, when you look at me, it feels like heroin.
despite my silence
this heart beats in 5/4 time
always on the one