I’ve felt happiness sink
In this tremor flesh
Sometimes I don’t think it’ll ever rise back up again
Pale figures stretch
Themselves apart at the wrist
Living transient
Beautiful deaths
I know the shift and the slide of my aches
More intimately than love
Or lust
I think when lovers collide
Bloom, then die
They depart redefined
12:10 July 7th 2014
Happiness has always felt so ephemeral to me.
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