mrdouchebag

As always; my pursuit of prolonged happiness goes against the very flow of life.

I don't want to lose you.
I don't know what to do.

Why can't I hold onto my love?

The fickle pursuit of fabricated treasure means nothing
when the absence of beauty threatens my waking moments.

My worst fears stand teetering on the edge of my thoughts.
Showing signs only to plummet into the depths of my heart;
leaving an impression, indentured hole in the shape of your lips.