and i break you
on a deeper side than death
a dark truth we hold in tune
with shadows in eve
broken telephone booths we call
to please ourselves in night
we break and bend in depth
to delight our soul and become
more than human
and i feel you
with trickles down my spine
spinning in horror
creating torrid temperatures
we wither with sun
yet we’re dancing in hellbent nature
of trees with slenderman
tickling the hairs of your truth
details you whisper
in ears to tell lies
like where we twirl at midnight
where hearts lie in time
why rapids take lives
how hearts beat for seconds
and suddenly beat no more
like doors in dreams
where i feel you
but we awake
and it’s all out of view
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on white lines
with fainted feigns
waiting to please
my inner being
and i swear it’s a song
i wrote in my head
for stolen moments
i used to transcend
when in touch with you
and we’re burning in oasis
singing songs i used to hear
from you in night
in close quarters
spinning in doors
revolving floors
walking beside in darkened light
with your tongue in my ear
sullen sadness in plain view
where you’re looking without eyes
to twirl beneath a damp street light
from the fog in our pace
in heys and hellos
to numb in tone
by you i talk
i wade to fuel
with shrinking corners
in depth with you
secrecy kills
death became you
with one of us here
but i am nowhere near -
You break in motions because sometimes our emotions get the best of us.
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Depth is remembering how your touch feels five years later.
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You grow, not because you do, but because you have to.
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We were burning, in which I thought meant desire, but the fire left more than scabs.
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we were burning
in lifeless desire
to feel without air
is to be without him
and i take to walk
to echo my thoughts
across you in mine
in my mind at night
and i’m falling to pieces
to pick up as whole
and we’re dancing to become
to be bold as all
like fine wine
restless nights
to dry in time
to ravel in my mind
i take you
to other places
in echoes and oasis
can you hear
i’m talking to you
like how i used to
whisper in your ear -
We come to intersections to further our depth with one another. A second introduction leaves impressions. An impression leaves experience, no matter how little it is.
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Our thoughts at night are daring because the darkness voids the light, furthering our depth.
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It takes two to tango and one to let go.
