...&& the beat goes on

Blackened Romance

my friend wrote this……..
The scent of him captivates my soul.
His arms wrapped around me define security.
My heart lives here this is home.
His eyes see through me and electrify my veins.
His kiss breaks down my system
& sends fireworks to my brain.
& just when you’re ready to let passion flow.
The picturesque thoughts begin to fade .
The scent of him starts to go.
His arms pull away like icicles on the roof.
Your heart falls homeless searching for its roots.
His eyes burn fire through your soul.
His kiss is empty dry and freezing cold.
Your body gets sick filling up with melancholy.
Your brain grows weary of fading memories.
Blackened romance is love lost or simply a dream.
Your heart is aching from the shock of this.
Some say this trauma can make you promiscuous.
So now you’re indulging in lust unknown.
Dying to feel wanted, loved, and at home.
Lust doesn’t sparkle it flickers and dies.
Hardening your heart as a result of more lies.
Finally your mind & heart say enough is enough.
Your overworked body becomes fed up.
You lock what’s left of your heart away.
Substance abuse is how you spend your days.
Your exterior is sexy, happy, and fun.
Your interior is cold empty and numb.
You will never forget the romance that made you weak.
For now you will wait and sit in defeat.
Wait for regret to leave from your world.
Anticipating the day you will let go of that girl.
Becoming that woman whom you want to be.
Blackened Romance can no longer take control of me.

i have been listening to the same song on repeat for the last 24 hours and thinking of you.

hotg0ssip:

shegoesbam:

and when i turn it off long enough to just be in the silence, i start thinking of how i wish you were here to listen to it with me — so i turn it back on and pretend like you are.

(it’s a vicious cycle.  you’re welcome to show up and save me from it at anytime.)

Perfect description… I love it.