Turn down the lights

I don’t mind when she lies to me. I just wish it would last longer than it did –

Being stripped down when we’re about to challenge ourselves in a word battle, placing our hearts for everyone to feast. Such a career where our hearts aren’t as valuable as making people relate to what we write about, the joy of making ends meet with a single piece from our hearts.

We’re writing into depth about family merely because they’ll always be blood, being sceptical about writing about individuals who could get up and leave as if they were never in the picture. We almost tide knots trying to fit them in the picture just to hear them complain about their makeup; the pillow talk which plays in our heads when we’re drinking coffee by ourselves.

We’ve become immune with their lies which constantly deceive our heart, only to hear our heart beg for more.

#Heat #deeper #art