haunted, i am haunted by the sliver of your lovely
born in chains to fit my weakness, disavowed of any heartbeat
to a different drum.
you are the sum of my addition . want me more
than you
can have
me -
then have at me.
lets jab at happiness. the wicked and the silence.
form new chains to slip our wrists; a few clouds of many dark things
that go hum.
you are the mumble. with diction.
haunting more
than you can haunt
me
and want me.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
haunted, i am haunted by the sliver of your lovely
born in chains to fit my weakness, disavowed of any heartbeat
to a different drum.
you are the sum of my addition . want me more
than you
can have
me -
then have at me.
lets jab at happiness. the wicked and the silence.
form new chains to slip our wrists; a few clouds of many dark things
that go hum.
you are the mumble. with diction.
haunting more
than you can haunt
me
and want me.
Request permission to use this poem