I hope a void broke loose in you the moment I left your hand without looking back. A triumphant hope regardless of my experience.
But I realize the claws of emptiness actually sink into me.
I tried to scrub your fingerprint from my palm, but still feel the safe heat of your hand.
I wish I could scratch out your eyes with my words - maybe then you would notice me.
My vocal cords want to break out of thise prison of self-control.
I want to scream your name at the top of my voice and if you take note of me, disappear ...
Come find me!
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
I hope a void broke loose in you the moment I left your hand without looking back. A triumphant hope regardless of my experience.
But I realize the claws of emptiness actually sink into me.
I tried to scrub your fingerprint from my palm, but still feel the safe heat of your hand.
I wish I could scratch out your eyes with my words - maybe then you would notice me.
My vocal cords want to break out of thise prison of self-control.
I want to scream your name at the top of my voice and if you take note of me, disappear ...
Come find me!
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