i want to see
the stars collide
in your eyes
i want to see
the lips that i
once called my own
speak of a destiny
that we both dreamed
of together
i want to feel
the warmth
of your skin
that i once called
h o m e
i want to see
your hands drive
madness though my heart
like we once did
when they
called us crazy
to simply put it
i want
y o u
YOU ARE READING
the lonely club
Poetrysometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living
