Dropped from a noose, the introduction;
Your steps from abuse to reconstruction
My heart is the breath to your porcelein soul
All of time and its kin
Deny your right to give in
And I love you more than you know
There's nothing in reach but yesterday
From a delicate need to stay awake
To manifest your traces
Your driveway, a highway
Blind prerequisites silence
A final destination.
Sun ripened heartaches in harp string plucks
To the rhythm of needing far too much
Your homestead now is my solitude, rich
With the wrists of habit you promised you'd stitch
The crimson, the trance
The broken limbs of a crippling past
I see sitting in your chair
Your stitches stutter and bust
And without a mutter, I rust
In your dark brown hair
Eating you raw of apprehension
An acidic hunger grows
Into an incoherant suspension
Of addictive undertones
Your life's spent unfolding
Over whims in the sky
You must not have noticed me by your side
But that's okay
Under the weather
Our hearts beat forever
My love for you
This allocates
Oceans. Bodies. Heartaches
Distances, comradery
Still intact.
To know of you
And never your death;
Please,
Just give me that.
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