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The Inferno

cthuhlusanders:

I loved like an unkempt fire, raging against the ebony night sky in fury and spectacle.

And where the touch of my searing embers fell, no world was ever the same.

And so I devoured, with all the prejudice of an inferno, and you were the earth beneath my feet, scorched beyond recognition.

And when my flames turned to ash, and I was no more, you may have risen from me like a phoenix, but your wings will always carry the stench of smoke.

All I do lately is sitting in this room where I
once could see the sun rise every morning
with closed curtains. I wonder if you would
shine again if you knew that I have been
waiting here forever for you to walk through
the door and hear you say that you have
missed me so much that you ripped off your
wings and jumped again. But where once
used to echo your voice is now the sound of
my heavy breathing when I realize you are
not here anymore.

I always look at your picture before I go to
bed, hoping that the display of my phone
would paint your shadow on the wall. Damn I
miss you. We used to create landscapes from
these bed sheets with our bodies which desired
to feel and you would lay in my arm-folded
fort after we had beaten each other’s heart
up, but all there hides now is a heart that has
lost its spirit since you decided it wasn’t safe
enough.

I just hope we die twice,

first in a place where we gradually lose
everything and eventually our bodies

and second in a place where I hope to find
you, from which we can see how people are
slowly starting to forget us.



I will see you soon
Zeff Wolf I miss you (via zeffwolf)
zeffwolf:

"Maybe loneliness is a cage that can only be opened by the person who doesn’t fear to embrace your demons."

zeffwolf:

"Maybe loneliness is a cage that can only be opened by the person who doesn’t fear to embrace your demons."

(Source: zeffwolf)


zeffwolf:

Read me dear,

take me off this dusty
shelf and put me on
your lap. Open me.
Let my soul be the
reflection in your
beautiful eyes
when your fingers
gently touch these
yellow-turned pages.
Hold your breath
when it gets hard,
but let me feel the
pleasure of your
warmth when it is over.
Press me against your
chest when you want
to dream about me.
But never close me,
for the story continues
when you think you
are almost finished.

(Source: zeffwolf)

zeffwolf:

I want it I want to have long walks through the city and laugh when we see  those party animals puking on the street at night, desperate to get the artificial  happiness out of their bodies. And then we’ll laugh even more because we know that our hearts will never get enough of each other’s alcohol.

zeffwolf:

I want it
I want to have long walks through
the city and laugh when we see
those party animals puking on
the street at night,
desperate to get the artificial
happiness out of their bodies.
And then we’ll laugh even more
because we know that our hearts
will never get enough
of
each other’s
alcohol.

(Source: zeffwolf)

zeffwolf:

For You


All I am is summed up in this

zeffwolf:

For You

All I am is summed up in this

(Source: zeffwolf)

zeffwolf:

Why do we read and write poetry?

My favorite movie! 

(Source: zeffwolf)

cuntflicts:

sky // 4.26.14