I have felt so cluttered by your absence
Constantly loosing what was just in my hands,
Scattered messes I've left for myself to trip over
I should've known you couldn't call these walls home the day I invited you in
But I had hoped maybe you would've rested here a little bit longer
The same window you lept from has refused to fully shut and I tire of sleepless nights over the cold draft you were, creeping in and teasing my skin with the sensations brought by moonlit breezes carried on the ******* of thunderstorms
I have not found a way to shut that window, but at least he is by my side to warm your lingering chill, and to kiss my hands after they bleed from ripping out the nails you once hung on
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
I have felt so cluttered by your absence
Constantly loosing what was just in my hands,
Scattered messes I've left for myself to trip over
I should've known you couldn't call these walls home the day I invited you in
But I had hoped maybe you would've rested here a little bit longer
The same window you lept from has refused to fully shut and I tire of sleepless nights over the cold draft you were, creeping in and teasing my skin with the sensations brought by moonlit breezes carried on the ******* of thunderstorms
I have not found a way to shut that window, but at least he is by my side to warm your lingering chill, and to kiss my hands after they bleed from ripping out the nails you once hung on
/ for you yet again
