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*I cry alone
Because that’s how I stay strong,

I cry alone,
Because that’s how I protect myself

I cry alone,
Because that’s how I stay ahead
of the game the next day.

I suffer my own struggle alone
And you wouldn’t why

I’m hurting inside
And you wouldn’t know why

I isolate myself
And you wouldn’t know why

I’m lonely
And still you wouldn’t know why.

I long to be your friend again,
Anything but the radio silence you give me.
But I look at you and I feel nothing but love
I still don't know how I'm supposed to
Make it all go away, the pain and love.
The memories still make me smile and might leave a
Bitter aftertaste, but I'd never regret anything.
I just look at you and feel nothing but love,
No amount of heartbreak or screams into nothingness
Will ever let me hate you, and I hope I never have to.
So until next time. . .

Come, my love
let us speak now
the language
of skin

imprint
your lexicon
in my every hollow

stroke that soft spot
above my hipbone
you love so well

linger there
like we have
forever

mold my body
to fit yours
wrap me in sleep

precious few
hours remain
imagine to never
touch again.

I would be willing to go way of all flesh,
if it meant I could feel those estranged fingers
graze my brazen cheek,
to feel the blooming heat
of your anatomy and will.

Eyes of glacial stone,
heart of ruby,
clear, rich, and red.