In what part of my body
Did I find it appropriate
To want to
Be held by you
Because I need to find it again
I need it to grow
And overwhelm me
So that I can feel it again
I want to feel your
Thunderous
Murderous
Existence
I want to remember everything
From the exposition to the conclusion
Oh, but I do not
Ever
In my limited existence of a white dwarf
Want to remember you
The idea of it
You
... Something
It sets me off
To a negative degree
And I can't help but fall into the void
Your void
And relentlessly be
Lost
Lost, 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."
