Glass half empty
Red wine swirls around the thin glass
As close as blood
You and I are as close as blood
Yet past anxieties haunt me more than a phobia of you leaving
Staying
Root word stay
So stay here
Become my roots and let me be your suffix
No glasses on
Fire in place burning my eyes
As if the feeling of crying fire
Were normal
Smoke leaving my mouth
Like the final goodbye slipping away and filling a room
Now after months of nothing but a fluorescent light
The fire feels so good
Comforting
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Glass half empty
Red wine swirls around the thin glass
As close as blood
You and I are as close as blood
Yet past anxieties haunt me more than a phobia of you leaving
Staying
Root word stay
So stay here
Become my roots and let me be your suffix
No glasses on
Fire in place burning my eyes
As if the feeling of crying fire
Were normal
Smoke leaving my mouth
Like the final goodbye slipping away and filling a room
Now after months of nothing but a fluorescent light
The fire feels so good
Comforting
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