You don't see me, I don't see you...

[opiumandtea]

...but Baudelaire the poet is dead, in your arms there is no love, just a blue-eyed whore...This was the last time. Today was a last testament to our shameless pleasures, devoid of all attachment. I'll say these words, how many times is of no consequence, but we both know they'll never register in our heads

Comments

[anonymous]

what do you want me to say laur? nothing will ever be right again and you know it. but you sound so lamentable when you write like this and i cant take it. why stop what we do? what are you afraid of? history wont repeat itself, dont worry. not as long as we dont decide to meet the same end as jacob. youre the closest thing i have to him, dont you fucking dare...