its like bleeding.
and i feel it moving toward my lips.
what can i say
when my mouth
is interrupted.
awash
with words i never said.
(i love you was never enough.)
your skin on me.
soft puddles
where your
hands
sunk in.
your teeth
bite
my bottom lip.
and my mouth
flows into yours.
say what i cant.
breathe
when i wont.
i cant see you.
and you will say
everything we felt
was lies.
all the broken moments come together.
and my eyes
fall shut.
and the room is dark.
and my skin lies
in patches
around you.
and what we were.
four years,
and what remains,
are the imprints of your hands
on my waist.
burns,
where your fingers
pressed into my skin.
i smell you
on everything that holds.
and i
press you
to
my
face.
the wind blows through,
and i hear your voice.
and you whisper goodbye.
and cold air
seeps
into my bones.
like frostbite.
my fingers hurt,
when i grab
your hand,
and it slips
through
mine.















Comments
--
i was running in circles,
i hurt myself
just to find my purpose.
everything was so worthless,
i didn't deserve this,
but to me you were perfect.
but i miss you and i mean that. come visit. now.
--
this madness
this madness
quakes
with the earth
at dawn
and my words are already failing.
--
The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ,
Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears blot out a Word of it.
--
"then he left,
ran from the entire world.
and never ever came back."
still.
--
"then he left,
ran from the entire world.
and never ever came back."
--
"then he left,
ran from the entire world.
and never ever came back."
--
"then he left,
ran from the entire world.
and never ever came back."
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