A shadow above my thoughts you hang with such delicacy and perpetual calm.
I Sweep my hand through you, can never truly touch you, can never truly satisfy my senses.
An Ode to Lost causes and lost feelings, making it even harder to pin the needle head through.
Demons holding the tips of clothing into the ground, can never move, can never stand paralyzed by my own imperfections i falter into your fantasies.
My mind now my enemy with the thoughts it brews for my un-accompanied pleasure, I Breath away my unconcealed quivers of your rose drawn lips.
Still Standing within the pond of emotional lies and pending crucifixions, boundaries raised above brows of the disgruntled needy.
I budge my wounds into the jar laying beside my bed as i lay my head to rest, and squeeze tight the cap in fear that the nightmares might seep out.
Yet seep out. it does and my woken tears shake into my pants and arouse me into the fire that had emanated itself within the memories I had of you.
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