I like it...

Do you live, do you die, do you bleed
For the fantasy
In your mind, through your eyes, do you see
It's the fantasy

My heart on fire, no love just desire. My life - insane, nothing I would change. We’ve crossed the line, never coming back…

—Mars new song <3 (via nightofthechasseur)

(via nuitduchasseur)

there are too many poems about
how much you love someone,
and how you want to feel their heartbeat
and their ribs and the way the moon
makes lace on their skin.
i myself am guilty of those kinds of poems,
but they are too beautiful, sometimes,
to let go of.
but for now i will write a poem about how i remember you,
as an old letter is locked away in a dusty cabinet drawer.
i remember you standing there, just so,
with your hand shading your eyes from the sun
and the wind whipping the leaves about your body.
i remember you as someone i want to forget,
but at the same time as someone i want to discover
and rediscover again and again,
until i no longer recognize you for what you once were.