he smiles
knitted of stainless steel and mischief and i think
i might get my heart broken after all.
and then i think
is this the kind of love i'll get?
dark rooms are yet
to bring anything good.
your hands around my waist i'm wasted and i waste
all of my time
in your eyes
as the music runs slow and high
as the evening sky
turns pitch black and light
again.
will we end just how we began?
with a different pair of hands, will we stand
on opposite sides of the room and loom
over the thought of
if it'd be better,
if we were together
my head on your shoulder,
my lips getting colder
without you, than with him?
my love, only you've managed to wear me thin
time and again with a pin and a pen
draw blood and conclusions, create the illusions and
break them like i was the dove
in your sleeve
and above
ground i appear and vanish at will, but within the thrill, my neck
is snapped time and again.
don't forget we were not
always lost.
remember, i loved you the most.
my darling, do not let me boast
about getting over you.
i did not.
here's to days so hot,
i forget my own mind.
goodbye.
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cough on coffee leftovers
שיריםwhat the gas pipe gave was everything it had left after the car stopped running. mostly black smoke. some gasoline tears to evaporate from the ground. a faint smell of regret.
