All those things you would say, seem so different when you're far away. Just something small, a thought or reiteration. Yet a simple request requires contemplation. Not friendly or romantic, as if you're something above. Despite how I felt it, **** your love.
Such things happen; among a pile of bones. Every skeleton unique and hidden from eyes. Yet with pieces constant the puzzle changes. So many skeletons, so many bones. Skulls pressed together, but will the rest stay alone?
I taste attachment like an entree Savor touch like a drink Feeling stuck in these feelings Despite my landlock I sink.
I get lost in the hair I get lost in the jokes I get lost in the idea I get lost and I choke I yearn for potential I bend towards care I want to hold someone But nobody's there