good at not feeling and not thinking about you if i slip heart thuds light dims i hear our low voices the music floating the air is hazy soft smiles hair in the light fingers touching lines on your face and i am slipping back back back
If I could get an instant A view A triangle of thought Of every individual person’s Version of me Would the view extend far enough? Could I finally see Who I am?
long days and nights that you haunt my heart chest at once contracting then heaving a sick empty pain and there is no way to escape there is no room for hope there is no way to happiness there is no way to you.