More is not enough.
My heart beats faster
when you're not home.
More is what you were
it was all I could ask for.
My hair was short.
My breath was shorter.
I could die, feeling
the seconds
move
slowly,
slowly,
slow
ly.
I couldn’t ask.
I was weak.
You never disappeared
but you never showed up.
So all I could ask for
was
more.
More of you.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC
More is not enough.
My heart beats faster
when you're not home.
More is what you were
it was all I could ask for.
My hair was short.
My breath was shorter.
I could die, feeling
the seconds
move
slowly,
slowly,
slow
ly.
I couldn’t ask.
I was weak.
You never disappeared
but you never showed up.
So all I could ask for
was
more.
More of you.
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