Somewhere deep amongst my entrails I've found a beating patch,
carefully woven into me with endearment and care.
It's got me feeling like summer all over again.
I have my honeycomb heart keeping me alive,
only with sweet breaths of hope and infatuation
like a hot air balloon raised into the atmosphere,
towering high above the ground below.
Got Superman on the chokehold.
What's sobriety if only when I'm not with you?
What's love if not breaths whispering romantics in our hidden field of view?
(Hidden only without you)
I've been following the chalk outline,
breathing in all the leftover
at least to keep your absence as close to me as you would be.
I'm absolutely lost without you.
(If only you'd believe)
Front row tickets to where love feels like astronomy.
You're a nova, baby,
sugar sweet love crawling through my veins.
You're the sunshine pressed against my shoulder,
carving a memory with every oozy breath.
Slept in a pine box and woke up in a dream,
where every single second is a hope you're thinking about me.
Wake me up tonight with a kiss and put me again to sleep,
so even when I'm gone, at least I'll have you in my dreams.
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you always write these amazing things and i'm here wishing i could put words together like you.
ReplyDeletethis was beautiful. my favourite line was "You're a nova, baby, sugar sweet love crawling through my veins." i hope you had a good holiday. i think of you and send happy thoughts your way always.
your words come along much better than I think you realize.
ReplyDeletethank you I appreciate the thoughts, and likewise, I hope you had great holidays as well.
"breathing in all the leftover
ReplyDeleteat least to keep your absence as close to me as you would be.
I'm absolutely lost without you. "
ouch. so true, and god, does the understanding that sometimes we crave the absence of somebody as much as the person themselves show how much you know about the workings of the heart.
this hurts me, and i think that i wish you didn't have to live it.
Albeit only being a shade, that absence is the memory of the good times, I think. It hurts, but it's gotten me to where I am. Moments like this make me appreciate my decay and pain. They've lead me to the source of my happiness, now.
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