this vicious cycle
this spiral towards Gehenna
i am all together too
many things,
again,
at once.

it's on nights like this
that i can write line's like

"because you are not here
then let fall what stars may"

without judging myself
(too) Harshly.

or

"spill your gorgeous hair
over my waist and
look
at me tenderly"

is it cowardice, or respect, that i
should act so ?

but i am left with
but precious little option
save to write lines like these
on Nights like this.