In what part of my body
Did I find it appropriate
To want to
Be held by youBecause I need to find it again
I need it to grow
And overwhelm me
So that I can feel it againI want to feel your
Thunderous
Murderous
ExistenceI want to remember everything
From the exposition to the conclusionOh, but I do not
Ever
In my limited existence of a white dwarf
Want to remember youThe idea of it
You
... SomethingIt sets me off
To a negative degree
And I can't help but fall into the voidYour void
And relentlessly be
LostLost, and lost, and lost
agAin to it
You
... Something
YOU ARE READING
XIII
PoetryXIII (read as Thirteen). "There's nothing better than a glass of lies and an appetiser of intriguing words."