Through a loophole
you caught me searching
Looking all alone,
Hoping
Through the cups
Of empty trust
lingering and yearning
with a jaded heart.
As I wonder when
Should the parachute open
convince me;
****** me;
to jump in it again.
With you on the other
from the faraway corner.
Consuming the gap
as if originally there;
yet inaptly belonged.
You're
my piece,
my spark.
But to move
is only way further
drawn to you.
The risks of this
recounting feelings
I can only stay as I am
with this crooked teeth
waiting
'til it's all true or
when it's right.
—a.t.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Through a loophole
you caught me searching
Looking all alone,
Hoping
Through the cups
Of empty trust
lingering and yearning
with a jaded heart.
As I wonder when
Should the parachute open
convince me;
****** me;
to jump in it again.
With you on the other
from the faraway corner.
Consuming the gap
as if originally there;
yet inaptly belonged.
You're
my piece,
my spark.
But to move
is only way further
drawn to you.
The risks of this
recounting feelings
I can only stay as I am
with this crooked teeth
waiting
'til it's all true or
when it's right.
—a.t.
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