Your name
A single word
And yet
The air is pulled from my lungs
It's as if you wait
For the word to drip
From my cracked lips
And give you access
I swear
I have sewn you out
I have
I promise
But
With every single thought of you
And with every utter
Of your name
I feel you carve a new entrance
You are
Not only
My guiltest of desires
But
The poison
In my veins
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
Your name
A single word
And yet
The air is pulled from my lungs
It's as if you wait
For the word to drip
From my cracked lips
And give you access
I swear
I have sewn you out
I have
I promise
But
With every single thought of you
And with every utter
Of your name
I feel you carve a new entrance
You are
Not only
My guiltest of desires
But
The poison
In my veins
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