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sweetcidal Jul 2013
you are the tangles in my hair
that i brush
over and
over and
over again
just to get you right
sweetcidal Jul 2013
i noticed every piece of your
every artwork detail
like the outlines of the moon
that can be barely seen
like the wilting flower
needing a drop of love
like my rough fingers
never had yours
to entangle with
sweetcidal Jul 2013
I woke up this morning
curled up between my pillows
reaching across the sheets
instantly knowing you are
n o t
t h e r e

I stayed up a little longer
listened to the birds
and how sadly they chirp
for your absence

so I hid my face
on the flat sheet of tears
I shed every night
probing the every fabric
for your scent

— The End —