will you stay long enough
to keep me until i can love again?
or will you make me see
that there is no hope for me?
if you will, then be the wind
that goes without a trace,
so i can only smell
what you’ve left,
the scent of your betrayal
for each time you return
to fill me with your essence,
i have no choice,
but to open myself fully to you—
i can’t live like this,
i can’t breathe in what you exhale,
leaving me with nothing, when
you go on to places
like the morning mist,
this isn’t love, this is
all your emotions on airlock
poured out on me,
i can tell you’re running out
so i’m running away.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
will you stay long enough
to keep me until i can love again?
or will you make me see
that there is no hope for me?
if you will, then be the wind
that goes without a trace,
so i can only smell
what you’ve left,
the scent of your betrayal
for each time you return
to fill me with your essence,
i have no choice,
but to open myself fully to you—
i can’t live like this,
i can’t breathe in what you exhale,
leaving me with nothing, when
you go on to places
like the morning mist,
this isn’t love, this is
all your emotions on airlock
poured out on me,
i can tell you’re running out
so i’m running away.
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