More nonsense
more nonsense as I trickle down your skin
I am but a black bead of sweat
more nonsense of me thinking shitty thoughts of how I miss you, and how you're leaving, and how I keep telling you just to be happy and I'll be happy
But in the moment, right now-- I feel like the soggy black coffee grinds leftover after being brewed
Mushy, granulated, wet, and rough, like I could scrape up against anything and leave a shiny charcoal mark
sssccccccccccccccrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaapppppeeeeeeee
Hear me as I bump against the walls, trying not to get anything filthy
I'm sorry
I'm filthy
I'm sorry
I promise that my walls were a soothing blue once, but now there's smudges and soot stains that hold no gain, so I'll just have to wait til it rains
I just keep coming back to this black smoky form, and it's not what I am
It's not what I am when your fingers trace circles so so lightly at the small of my back causing the tiny flower buds in my arteries to burst open and flood my body with lime-eyed affection
When your eyelids are covering half of your green pools, and your long dark wavy hair is to the side
and we're both just looking at each other with that same stare
that stare that whispers longing
that stare that whispers, "God, I love you"
that breath that melts onto skin, with shivers in morse code that spell out
s i g h
And darling I don't know if we're in the same frequency, and that's why I get this anxiety but I'll keep trusting whatever's out there because
it lead me to
y o u
It lead me to clear water with glistening wrinkles, to laying in soft grass and bathing in sunlight
It lead me to great music, warm sheets, odd laughter, and secret sleep
And even though we both knew how this was going to end, at least we
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