Between my
shaky voice
and your
steady hands,
is there much missing?
or is something just
so viciously here
that i didn't
even realize
how empty i was.
your sunshine,
your flames licking
my lips
nothing is missing
but you.
once,
i asked you
why the world was so cold
and you said,
“baby, it gets warmer.”
and that was all it took.
and i loved you
i love you.
and i fell,
and fell,
and fell.
theres something about
having someone.
someone
who’s all yours.
someone
who knows your body too well,
someone
who wants to get too close to the fire inside of you,
someone
who isn’t afraid to love you
even if you know you’ll just
destroy each other.
even if you’re
willingly
blind off your ass.
the world is too fucking big.
and i’m too small.
and when i tried to make everything
disappear,
when i tried to make everything
hurt less
my hands were
nothing;
my hands were
useless
compared to yours.
they’re just as tremulous as my voice.
they refuse to touch me
YOU ARE READING
the vaporwave ep
Poetryanother boy made me cry, but i think i made him cry too. even if i didn’t, we’re even now. hes not from around here