There have been many nights since
where I lay awake thinking about the most vibrant parts
of you, and this is enough to force my lids
almost to a breaking point.
The way you love me can only be compared to the demise of the sailors
after the albatross; the violent thirst, the melting skin, the delirium
the loss of any hope.
Yet when you touch me I couldn't be farther from the earth
and all its inhabitants.
what we have, you and I, is more vicious than any malcontent
yet it is the only thing that keeps me above water.
and even when we lay intwined in your cheap value store sheets
wrapped together in a violent heap uploading each others
deepest desires, I will ****** my head back with pure vigor
and you will eat up every word I say.
sometimes afterward all I can remember is holding to the edge of a cliff
as the impetuous waves ****** my whole self toward the
impending cliff.
and Somedays I sit and beg to fall right over.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
There have been many nights since
where I lay awake thinking about the most vibrant parts
of you, and this is enough to force my lids
almost to a breaking point.
The way you love me can only be compared to the demise of the sailors
after the albatross; the violent thirst, the melting skin, the delirium
the loss of any hope.
Yet when you touch me I couldn't be farther from the earth
and all its inhabitants.
what we have, you and I, is more vicious than any malcontent
yet it is the only thing that keeps me above water.
and even when we lay intwined in your cheap value store sheets
wrapped together in a violent heap uploading each others
deepest desires, I will ****** my head back with pure vigor
and you will eat up every word I say.
sometimes afterward all I can remember is holding to the edge of a cliff
as the impetuous waves ****** my whole self toward the
impending cliff.
and Somedays I sit and beg to fall right over.
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