your words fill my ears and cause me pain to hear, disguised amongst a paracetamol beat. my eyes leak your poetic tears as your insides are arranged in my heart. in the dark of the night, struggling to feel and understand.
the settings in a hotel room your arms are wrapped protectivly around me . stop. im making a cliche. yet my heart feels like its forming a cliche, quicker to fill a recognisable form than to experiment and fight my way to something risky and risque
your soaked on the outside, your insides are saturated. the merciless gray skies drizzling rain. brownish haze spiked with black forming trickling slow salty water. every passing day stomping out each icicle of hope yet a blow torch has run out of gas.
i watch you get the feet off the floor and the young bodies let loose and loose control outshadowed and so covered yet you have no shelter i dont thin youve met my eyes.
im cutting the freying tying rope but i slipped and sliced the saftey rope in this newly found high. im watching out for the hurtling stone.
to work for the feeling or to hope for some ignition <3
xo
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