Love me. Love... me.
I am the wind that folds against your body
the flat shadow next to you, the voice tucked inside your
shirt pocket
I am the one who sits alone at night--
are you thinking of me? Because I am thinking of you
and how we are never going to see each other again,
or even talk to each other, though I still want
everything
for us
and I want you to know that you are here with me,
on top of me, inside my head
you are next to me, within me
and you aren't leaving anytime soon.
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
Love me. Love... me.
I am the wind that folds against your body
the flat shadow next to you, the voice tucked inside your
shirt pocket
I am the one who sits alone at night--
are you thinking of me? Because I am thinking of you
and how we are never going to see each other again,
or even talk to each other, though I still want
everything
for us
and I want you to know that you are here with me,
on top of me, inside my head
you are next to me, within me
and you aren't leaving anytime soon.
