We're fighting against the silken sheets and I am breathing inside your mercury neck whose veins are filled with my gaseous grip, moaning against each other's lips and falling more and more in love as the moon above seems to frown its forehead and your hair untangles all my pain and slavery to the world's opinions. I put my hand over your navel and grip your veins so hard that you throw up rainbow coloured stars all over my lower lip, breathing as its the last day
Your eyes, like a vintage breathing candle, telling me you want more, so I grip your neck again and bury myself inside your soul and you scream vowels like a nursery kid trying to figure out what's written on the blackboard and you lose yourself within me. I wake up with the same sheets and the same body, my eyes searching for you, and you're not here, wherever you are, I'd still adore you.
YOU ARE READING
how do i tell a girl i want to kiss her
Poesíai broke my tooth while hiding from you