you seem to be
all that
i think about.
i cannot sleep
without
imagining
what you
would feel like next
to me.
i cannot dream
without
picturing you.
i cannot blink
without
seeing you
inside the dark.
i cannot breathe
without
choking on you.
why are you
the
only thing
that
i can love
when
i shouldn't
be
in love with
you?
YOU ARE READING
plastic
Poetrymost wings are made of bones and skin and feathers, but what if mine are made of nothing but rubber and glue?
