Oct 2013
Every new rise
You ghost further from touch
Your pastel eyes
Dried their watercolour love
Once formless on skin
We were formless in lust
But two hundred nights
Left me desolate
Knotted and heaving
Out of breath, out of season
Losing sleep, losing purpose
Am I not enough?
Knotted and heaving
Out of breath, out of season
Once something worth knowing
But you’re not enough.
You ghost further from touch
Your pastel eyes
Dried their watercolour love
Once formless on skin
We were formless in lust
But two hundred nights
Left me desolate
Knotted and heaving
Out of breath, out of season
Losing sleep, losing purpose
Am I not enough?
Knotted and heaving
Out of breath, out of season
Once something worth knowing
But you’re not enough.
2:07am, October 19th 2013
You can't ever hope to replace love with lust. Don't ever be so desperate or foolish as me.
You can't ever hope to replace love with lust. Don't ever be so desperate or foolish as me.
