Untitled night

I'm starting to remember things I'm trying to forget, the images in my head are starting to make sense. They make sense because my mind is clearer and my mind is clearer because... Well just because.

Six

1. Because when I stared at you, it looked like I was gazing into the universe, all life contained within your hazel eyes.
2. It felt like time stopped right in front of me, ripped its hands off and impaled them into my heart.
3. That was probably the longest 6 seconds of my entire life, longer than the nights spent staring off into space, pondering the simplest of human questions 'why?'.
4. Implanted in the back of my retina that still image of your eyes, like your tears and pain tattooed into my  beating heart, so whenever the nights become hard I can see you and you are so deeply engrained into myself that I can almost feel you.
5. I heard staring at someone's eyes for more than 6 seconds shows a desire for either sex or murder
6. It doesn't matter which it is because you're either going to fuck with my heart or kill it.

Untitled night

Sometimes the suffering can become unbearable for him. He lays awake at night listening to pure melancholy as his song while sadness runs rings around his head with an anvil placed firmly on his chest.

Risk

A place to turn you down ever so slightly with my soft voice. Apologies in advance for any potential heartbreak that may ensue because my mind is wrapped up in hypotheticals and thoughts. It is demeaning to regard you ask a risk, for that is not a good description of your entire being but turning you into literature is the second best thing to do.