Author S. K. Nicholas

Images sometimes images + lovers not writers just dreamers + only the sense of self and nothing else to carry us through the night + only when I see your face there’s only you and you alone that I want beside me + it’s not madness and it’s not the booze talking either it’s just these feelings I’ve tried so hard to deny + so make yourself known and jump my bones + make yourself do what you used to do until these hands tremble with fear + never met a girl like you + never slept with someone who knew me inside out + and as the streets burn and as the sunless afternoons fade away so slowly come round and do what you want to + watch me sink + watch me blink through a lack of sleep that destroys all sense of sanity + hangovers and sunflowers + paintings of positions + of the contours of your body that still linger so long after we last merged + can never seem to relax + can never seem to step back but that’s only cause these desires run deeper than what they know + symbols on your belly + heaven behind your eyes + places we know and haunt because the past is where our love grows strongest + so many empty nights spent alone and so many bland smiles we use to hide behind longing for each other’s arms + no sense makes sense only it doesn’t and that’s what hurts + babies breath and the cult of self + tales of lost love + tales of dumb pride as we fall and fall some more pretending we’re okay when we’re anything but + so come hold me + come take me away and I’ll take you to a place they’ll never find us + to a place we still hold close to our fucked up hearts