And how do i start now
the knife in my chest
a wound where light enters
me next
its a strange feeling this pain in me
its
beautifuly stinging ,
the empty place where your body used to lay.
the heartache of your disappearance
is giving me a new breath
my flesh burns for the feeling
my fingers long to reach your skin
and as i think of this
i no longer see you
i see me
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
And how do i start now
the knife in my chest
a wound where light enters
me next
its a strange feeling this pain in me
its
beautifuly stinging ,
the empty place where your body used to lay.
the heartache of your disappearance
is giving me a new breath
my flesh burns for the feeling
my fingers long to reach your skin
and as i think of this
i no longer see you
i see me
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