i will give myself to you inch by inch.
i will make you bored of that same inch.
i will make you crave another.
i will touch the same objects that end up haunting you.
i will make you prefer the sound of silence.
i will give you enough space to fabricate a future for us.
but not too much so that i can see you just one more time
leaving you so very confused with your bits and pieces of shattered ambitions
and then you won't see me again.
you'll forget about the pain i left in your chest - slowly, and with effort
until you see me again, happy.
or am i?
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
i will give myself to you inch by inch.
i will make you bored of that same inch.
i will make you crave another.
i will touch the same objects that end up haunting you.
i will make you prefer the sound of silence.
i will give you enough space to fabricate a future for us.
but not too much so that i can see you just one more time
leaving you so very confused with your bits and pieces of shattered ambitions
and then you won't see me again.
you'll forget about the pain i left in your chest - slowly, and with effort
until you see me again, happy.
or am i?
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