bones lift lazily as
vapor steams in your lungs,
traveling through your throat
...inhale
...exhale
i need to breathe
all of you in,
filling up empty pieces
of me, sore spots
and ellipses where
something else should
have been.
these nights blur
into chained moments
of indiscretion, of
scattered contentment
stained with disjointed
conversations
we'll soon forget.
there's no goodbyes
only tail ends of sentences
trailing off into the darkness
as we fade into our
dreams.
[maybe we're not meant
to be any more than
what we are]
Author notes
inspired by the song "scattered" by third eye blind
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