Your voice lingers,
In the crook of my neck,
Supple and perfumed.

You are the flower,
I can not crest in my hair.
It is just not fair.

My bed swallows an
Outline of me and I
Find it hard to breathe.

Her body lights up,
every nerve and fibre of being shiver.
A caffeinated corpse.
Highs and lows intertwine like lovers lips,
They marry a blue flame, scorching under skin.
Unfulfilling desires creep under her temples.
Give in-
it serenades softly as she sinks into her seat.
Heels burrow into dirt in attempts to ground the soaring impulses.
She is possessed by this heat.

My flame flickers,
Put your hand in your knickers.
My inferno insists,
Slice your wrist.
My blaze bellows,
Substances mellow!

When the wick wears thin, down cools her skin.
Like the sea crashing into cove, she sinks into deep blue,
An icy numb hollows her chest,
Laced with convoluted breath.
Freighted by the weight of a heavy heart, she sighs as tears linger in her eye.

The cold is calling,
I feel myself falling.

I am an empty vessel
Swaying in the water,
I am a still pool
Under summer heat,
I am a willow
That feels no breeze,
I am a sun
That never rises.
A meal never eaten, a song never sung, a rug never beaten, a bell never rung.
A railing never held, a stair never troden, a river not sailed, a sponge never sodden.

Waking up isn’t as fun when you’re not the first thing I see,
And somehow it feels wrong to drink iced coffee.

It’s so quiet here without you choking,
(Seriously though bobas for chewing luv)
I even miss it when you’re moping.

My bed feels so big without you sprawled out on it,
And my room doubles in size in your absence,
And I don’t like to smoke or sit,
Because you’re not here init.