With such fluidity, such grace, my words are dancers spinning in space. They're airy and light floating on by. No weight to them at all. Follow the path I lead you on and don't ever stray. My words are pretty and meant to distract you from pain.
I think the feeling of being truly alone is what draws me awake at 3am no one speaks my name comfort a distance from the motion serene a certain stillness
While I would lay on your chest Your lips pressed against my neck As your fingertips drew on my back I would always quietly ask you What you were writing You would smile Which I would feel travel from my throat To my soul And gently say my full name But with your last name