it is one week before the scheduled end of days
when i make myself fall in love for the first time
and the last—but that goes without saying
as do my thoughts on how lovely your voice is
when it is not brought to melting under tears
(but when do i ever hear it otherwise?)
or how i do not want to have *** with you
not really, but now the dark is seeping in
and your hands are warmer than mine
and nobody wants to feel alone
at
the end