nine years.

i say i could fall and you say that you might have already hit the floor but it's only words and why cant i extract these moments for infinity and hold them close like a promise. 'i'm not your saviour.' what the fuck am i looking for. hours turn to seconds and nothing is lasting long enough so we hold on close like little flames and keep tasting 
i want to soak you in
i need to feel your warmth
and i know that at the end of this night the history is forever embedded in my eyes as i keep looking for another charge.



bow chicka bow wow.