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I need some space,
I need more slack,
And I need air
To fucking breathe.
Because all this hovering
Is now only smothering
And completely suffocating me.
It's like I've been strapped back into the same ominous rollercoaster ride... And I'm grasping at another unreliable safety belt... Just praying not to be lost in its' imminent spiral... But knowing I may be.
I will not
always be here...
So when I'm gone
I'll make sure to leave
something behind for you.
One thousand miles still separate you from me. And one year later I know this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
My desire for you is a continuous rhythm pulsating within me... As steady and certain as a metronome.
My green eyes will record your body like an atlas... Diligently mapping out each and every coordinate.
Emotions remain
on the fabric
that held us...
Lonely stains
imprinted in a
cotton embrace...
As we frantically tried
to save your life
I heard
“Can someone please
call my wife?”
One year gone... 365 days... And I'm in such a different place. 52 weeks later... And I'm still here... Remembering everything that can't be erased.
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