perpetualisolation:

Old Gray - Her Tongue Was Tattooed On The Back Of Her Teeth

“And every moment I lose without you, fighting interference between my mind and the tip of my tongue, I am lost. Tripping over my words, over insanity, racking my every thought, drowning this conviction behind an apathetic mask. A numberless cigarette lit twixt my fingers, burning like the fire that beauty held in your eyes, piercing me like a conscience, shattering the glass of memory reflecting my imperfections, smoldering bridges sinking behind me in hopes for a second chance. So embrace me, dreams, for you are mine; awake to a whirlwind staying swift through my fingers, my dream of you was all I had. So give me a heart where I can’t feel, for all I need in my life is that which eludes me, that which I let get away, remaining a haunting thought of what could have been.”

can you feel my beating heart?
buried beneath the backyard
the place we used to live, where we stood on our own.
we were rooted in this home.
where we exhaled our last breath
and watched the summer fade to blackness. 
we held our hands tight and spoke softly of the distance,
as to which our hearts were to lie.
and the night kissed us softly on the cheek
and we each, the trees bowed before our knees
as to exact the point of growing fond
of the memories we would never let die. 
I will let you go, if you want me to.