Aug 2017
I
three a.m.
there's a certain
type of loneliness
when the nothingness
becomes everything
and everything becomes your face
II
tooth and bone
i don't remember much
but i do remember
when i promised you
a temple of teeth
but my hands are swollen
and my mouth is bone dry
III
requiem*
to whoever it may concern,
will you still love me when
i'm gone?
we both knew this was coming
but i didn't leave anything
behind
three a.m.
there's a certain
type of loneliness
when the nothingness
becomes everything
and everything becomes your face
II
tooth and bone
i don't remember much
but i do remember
when i promised you
a temple of teeth
but my hands are swollen
and my mouth is bone dry
III
requiem*
to whoever it may concern,
will you still love me when
i'm gone?
we both knew this was coming
but i didn't leave anything
behind
A weird little love poem.
