i want to disappear into your skin
melt like candy on your tongue
i want to trip and fall into a worm hole in which i can hold your hand without my fingers slipping through the air
i miss being your mystery. although not truly. you read me like a book, and i turned the pages.
i missed us being a mystery.
are we two humans, separated from the rest? in our own small bubble, watching the world change colors as seasons go by like the paper in my novel, the leaves turn orange, but not the scary mean kind. black snow falls onto the ground, and we find it peaceful. the sound of your laugh makes me want to disappear into the sound waves forever.
YOU ARE READING
just like old times
Poetryfor when you need a map of my mind. i am handing you a pamphlet of my being