Your blouses
are getting bigger
and softer
turning into sweaters
That could hold two of you
Your eyes
are getting darker
deeper
Grey lines digging
oh how much do you sleep?
Your hands
are tightening
aorund themselves
like a black hole
as your nails digs deeper
for the truth of your pain
And I ?
I watch it all
see you get tiner
see you get greyer
see you spiral inwards
I see it all locked inside
of a cage you put me in
when you no longer
whished me at your side
...
a/n: so one of my favorites
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Night & Day
Poetry»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«