Wednesday 3am when nighttime is high and love is low, the stars are there and so am I lying with you on your bed, last night, a long time ago–
And I slept in your bed last night so that we could be as close as the air and as warm as a summer’s beach, keeping the cold standing eons away.
When love reached its peak last night, and you were tide to me in the water of our love that soon raged against the air in the sky.
The cold air between us bites into our skin to turn us into shriveling crests of moons and drifts into us the moonlight of love, which is vain to beat our hearts.
Do not go gently into the after-loving sleep of holding in each other’s arms, but stay unable to forsake your lover until morning, whereupon you realize he’s been itching to sneak away to the outside.
I’m far away now and lonely, and not afraid to say it to myself in wintertime when snowballs fly on buildings' sides to make patterns.
I dress myself heavy before going outside my new house, and still I wonder: am I in your mind?
Thursday 8pm when you came to my house, my old house, and found me in bed lying side to a boy when he was about to enter my *** minutes after kissing, ************ loving, sweat,
And you screamed in terror and ran away, leaving me alone on my bed after he left too, whereupon I cried into the bedsheets that he laid on minutes ago, and I could still smell him, I can still smell him.
I walk with my heavy clothing on the street-side when I wish that I could whisper goodbye and I love you, but I only have empty bags to carry with me, unable to fill them with love or, just as bad, unable to fill them with ***
I still feel your shadow in the buildings' alleys when I turn corners of life, and maybe I can hear you whispering to me as I walk along; walk along
My livelihood that no longer walks but crawls along. And the wind weeps where I lay now, in a bed with no blankets!
I am reminded of that time, Wednesday 3am when you, a girl, were in my life for a brief moment, and the next night when you were in my life for the first and last but stayed far longer.
The air bites the man in me and the flowers in my backgarden, when again I feel young, for she is in my mind again, reminding me to stay far and keep away from flowers, for they are not my love.
There are loose strings tied to me, which I am unable to cut from, and the tides I no longer feel tide to have sunk into the water they lie in; the wind still weeps too, I don't know if I'm able to whisper to myself anymore,
Goodbye and I love you.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 6:38 PM UTC
Wednesday 3am when nighttime is high and love is low, the stars are there and so am I lying with you on your bed, last night, a long time ago–
And I slept in your bed last night so that we could be as close as the air and as warm as a summer’s beach, keeping the cold standing eons away.
When love reached its peak last night, and you were tide to me in the water of our love that soon raged against the air in the sky.
The cold air between us bites into our skin to turn us into shriveling crests of moons and drifts into us the moonlight of love, which is vain to beat our hearts.
Do not go gently into the after-loving sleep of holding in each other’s arms, but stay unable to forsake your lover until morning, whereupon you realize he’s been itching to sneak away to the outside.
I’m far away now and lonely, and not afraid to say it to myself in wintertime when snowballs fly on buildings' sides to make patterns.
I dress myself heavy before going outside my new house, and still I wonder: am I in your mind?
Thursday 8pm when you came to my house, my old house, and found me in bed lying side to a boy when he was about to enter my *** minutes after kissing, ************ loving, sweat,
And you screamed in terror and ran away, leaving me alone on my bed after he left too, whereupon I cried into the bedsheets that he laid on minutes ago, and I could still smell him, I can still smell him.
I walk with my heavy clothing on the street-side when I wish that I could whisper goodbye and I love you, but I only have empty bags to carry with me, unable to fill them with love or, just as bad, unable to fill them with ***
I still feel your shadow in the buildings' alleys when I turn corners of life, and maybe I can hear you whispering to me as I walk along; walk along
My livelihood that no longer walks but crawls along. And the wind weeps where I lay now, in a bed with no blankets!
I am reminded of that time, Wednesday 3am when you, a girl, were in my life for a brief moment, and the next night when you were in my life for the first and last but stayed far longer.
The air bites the man in me and the flowers in my backgarden, when again I feel young, for she is in my mind again, reminding me to stay far and keep away from flowers, for they are not my love.
There are loose strings tied to me, which I am unable to cut from, and the tides I no longer feel tide to have sunk into the water they lie in; the wind still weeps too, I don't know if I'm able to whisper to myself anymore,
Goodbye and I love you.
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