He’s In That Happy Crazy Stage Of Depression

“Attracting a tempest”

Soft lips caressing my skin.

Italy’s heat embracing my senses, meanwhile you discover my body’s riddles.

Why are you so infatuated with my skin?

Perhaps, you could be a cannibal.

Never-mind, you’re too vegetarian for that.

Nonetheless, you don’t believe in religion. And you still worship me as if I was reading the Testament to you.

Stay on your knees.

Crawl to me.

Start praying.

Repeat after me.

Kiss your way to my lips. And shatter my heart.

Can we call this infatuation of yours Love?

Is it love?

Or is it just hunger?

You tell me.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

henry is a gemini…?

The Godfather (1972)

Today I settle all family business

can’t stand him

they wanted him dead for his sad brown eyes and his slut waist

Secret.

it is time for me to open up with you. Seriously.

I’m destroyed, fully. I know that it breaks your heart, when I cry again, instead of being honest with myself; but I can’t stop. That’s so much more to my soul that you haven’t seen yet, and I’m hating myself because I haven’t even tried showing it to you.

I wanna be with you, in a way that you will never understand; I was brought up by two morally and emotionally diverse parents: one was too affectionate and oblivious to the world, and the other one was too cold and overprotective, so both of them never realised how toxic it became.

And you do it so well. You’re so understanding. You’re there for me. You’re my other half. That part which I’ve been missing for a lot of time. You stare at me and to me, that, that is the sun. The sun looking at me, admiring me but never blinding my eyes or burning my skin. Because you know exactly what I need.

You’re the moon to my inner stars. You complete me entirely.

And there’s a whole lot of baggage that you can’t see because i’ve been hiding it to you. Will I ever feel the need to show you where I’m hurting?

I know you hear me when I cry. It hurts you. But I can’t stop.

If you were anybody else, you’d leave me in my own torment. But, you're not and I don't know idf that makes me feel any better.

It breaks your heart. Leaving me.

So why are you leaving me?