Alone, I wake up with you.
Your honey skin
invades my thoughts.
Though you're not here—
beside me—
in the emptiness
I feel you—
My Never been—
you’re everywhere,
everything I see.
Your compliments haunt me—
each day, each night,
a trail of footsteps—echoing.
Kindness is the cruelest charity.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 7:19 AM UTC
Alone, I wake up with you.
Your honey skin
invades my thoughts.
Though you're not here—
beside me—
in the emptiness
I feel you—
My Never been—
you’re everywhere,
everything I see.
Your compliments haunt me—
each day, each night,
a trail of footsteps—echoing.
Kindness is the cruelest charity.
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