it takes 27 days
for skin to shed,
which means i've been
5 different versions of myself
since we last touched,
but i still remember
how your fingertips
left me burning.

the moonlight
glistened on your skin
on those tangerine nights,
your sweet moans
my own gentle lullaby,
in sweat and blood
we sang through the dark.

as i lay
in this eternal slumber,
i hear your voice
and my heart
skips a beat again.

you were that laying back
sipping coffee,
sunday morning kind of love.

your love is deadly;
only you
could break me twice.

i know these words
never need to leave my lips,
i know you feel
the same void
in the pit of your stomach
tearing you inside out
but i'll still say them
for only you to hear;

i miss you
more than words
could ever express.

you turned me
into dust,
so i turned you
into w
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