in the night time is the only time
i would get a text back
when the lights were out was when he would touch me
after the sun set he could imagine settling down with me
for him i was just a shadow
for me, he was human but more close to a ghost
filling up on each other with empty air
but since when do corpse breathe?
YOU ARE READING
Caterina's Confessions
PoetryI want you to feel my pain and pleasure. A collection of my poems. (Painting is by Annie Lee)
