it's been weeks and i'm left ******* at the pockets of air around your neck
gravity slows down time and i'm in the collar of my shirt
we're floating from each end of reality
and i'm stuck orbiting your thoughts
i know that the pain has drained beneath our feet and to the bottom of the earth
but you were still the last star to go cold
and my eyes have melted into my skull; my veins intertwine with the
bed sheets where you kissed my eyelids shut
and i'm trying to write motions into headache poetry
like feeding life into death