I only hear the chain clinking
under the endlessly spinning fan
& this continuous buzzing in my head.
I only see the light of my screen,
surrounded by the pitch of my room
& the veil of my solitude that covers me.
I only smell your memory in my mind,
of what once was really incredible
& what could have been so much greater.
I only touch myself privately,
the way you always did tenderly
& it's not nearly as good as you always did.
I only taste the abundant saline-drops
that carve deep lines down my sad face
& I know the flavor of loneliness,
remain starved for your affections.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
I only hear the chain clinking
under the endlessly spinning fan
& this continuous buzzing in my head.
I only see the light of my screen,
surrounded by the pitch of my room
& the veil of my solitude that covers me.
I only smell your memory in my mind,
of what once was really incredible
& what could have been so much greater.
I only touch myself privately,
the way you always did tenderly
& it's not nearly as good as you always did.
I only taste the abundant saline-drops
that carve deep lines down my sad face
& I know the flavor of loneliness,
remain starved for your affections.
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