oneirataxia/poetry by k.h.

forty eight

"but i love you? doesn't that mean something to you?"

i'll ask you this over and over, i just need something in this world, a sign from anything to know im not far from you.

then of course, i have no clue in the slightest, any of what you think.

i could be a droplet to you, and to me you are a tidal wave.

these, my love, are the thoughts that keep me awake at night

k.h.