I find pieces of you in everything.
My mind cannot stray away,
My heart cannot cut these strings,
My hands cannot reach for nothing else.
You are in the crevices of every corner,
Connected tight with ropey memories
And sensual pangs.
My stomach twists itself into nauseating knots
And my veins grow cold and still.
Time could not be my greatest enemy until now.
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Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
