I haven't loved anyone in over two years.
I find it empties me.
Bereft of all but a theft to recall
her hands were sleight but soft
And I, alive at a cost.
we wisp around my room at night
you become the walls.
My eyelids spin me around a reel.
The film is worn from use and time
but the pops and crackles warm me like a fire.
From inside the theatre glow my chest begins to float.
Have your veins ever felt like runways?
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
I haven't loved anyone in over two years.
I find it empties me.
Bereft of all but a theft to recall
her hands were sleight but soft
And I, alive at a cost.
we wisp around my room at night
you become the walls.
My eyelids spin me around a reel.
The film is worn from use and time
but the pops and crackles warm me like a fire.
From inside the theatre glow my chest begins to float.
Have your veins ever felt like runways?
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