you don't have to tell me your name
and we don't have to open the lights
I won't ask you about the ghosts that have been haunting you
and I won't tell you mine
trust me when I say that this is purely physical
one scar inside my wrist
tells the story of how I tried to swim farther than the clashing of the bodies
only to find myself inside a singularity,
my demise waiting for me.
I've fought my way out till my chest's been enveloped with eternal numbness
I haven't felt anything other than that ever since
waking up and wanting to live are two different things
so I don't need you to tell me that you love me
it's just that maybe
maybe
another body will make me remember that I'm alive
and I need to be
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
you don't have to tell me your name
and we don't have to open the lights
I won't ask you about the ghosts that have been haunting you
and I won't tell you mine
trust me when I say that this is purely physical
one scar inside my wrist
tells the story of how I tried to swim farther than the clashing of the bodies
only to find myself inside a singularity,
my demise waiting for me.
I've fought my way out till my chest's been enveloped with eternal numbness
I haven't felt anything other than that ever since
waking up and wanting to live are two different things
so I don't need you to tell me that you love me
it's just that maybe
maybe
another body will make me remember that I'm alive
and I need to be
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