You lie in the bottom of an inkwell
Beneath my pen, raped by the
Incoherence of a forgotten exhale
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Solidifying like calcium carbonate
In the roof of my mouth. I could never
Say the words to unbind your pain
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Every time you cross a room my heart
Follows trapped inside your barbed-wire
Shadow, every step taken, a deeper red
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My soul is held together by hypergraphia
And the anamnesis of your mouth swinging
Sideways like a welcoming door. In the days
When there was still hope of consummation
My uncensored dreams never ended badly
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Those unspoken words drip through veins
Ironed and painted white, those journals
Where we die nightly, futile in retrospect
But I really did love you, just so you know
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(Going through a bit of a rough phase I am trying very hard to tap into my current emotions. Usually I write about experiences years passed, the whole added perspective thing is very useful to me since I tend to get overwhelmed easily. I also have a lot of trouble identifying and sorting the fresh emotions.)
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