eigengrau, my soul: a shade of grey

alwaysbelieveinfutures:

tincanlantern:

The kiwi Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs

I am 300% done with you guys.

You call me a Solipsist.

I know you’re just trying to elicit a response.

But my mind is elsewhere. 

And there’s that familiar feeling

which sits, idle, behind my eyes.

Old chords permeate the once still air.

“Tell me am I, am I… wasting my time

with you. Let me know”

Stale fingertips. Rusted lips.

The colour peels off your painted smile

and, oops… I think your humanity is showing.

“But every time I try, try to forget… who you really are

I can’t seem to find, find the warmth, in your cold heart

tell me if I’m… ooohhh” 

I don’t really know much
right now…
and that’s not like me
not at all
but I do know
that
I need your hand on my chest
and your head resting on my shoulder
and your legs weaved into mine
and your breath on my neck
and… I just
yeah