languid.lazy.laconic

its almost funny how this doesnt work. its almost funny how time slips by ///and its more than a year, more than a decade, more than a lifetime/// chasing arrows into the snow. but it only melts and im tired, tired, so tired. sleep tries to crawl over me, running its fingers through my hair, but i cant find the right song. look at me, im scatterbrained. its shaking my head, ready for the roll. here comes the piano, running circles, tripping down the stairs.

im sorry

where is my house

where is my home

there were lazy afternoons. there was time to laze about. languid languid hours. there was time to warm your hands. there was time to listen for echoes and hear the whispers in your hips. there was time.

its almost funny.

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she takes it all away. there is no recourse. she walks through walls and passes through my skin... but it doesnt hurt, i dont feel a thing,,,, like water trickling from the branches of a naked tree... reaching through the fog... it soaks in and holds my bones. there are dreams, and i often find you there, i turn and see you stealing away with my thoughts, spilling out of your arms like fallen leaves.

she takes it all, she takes it all away. she comes over me like the scent of sunlight, her nails followed by lips, drawing maps, drawing shadows across my back,,, i feel her like an empty glass,,, you can still smell the wine// like an echo without a voice.

((she makes it all go away / and im gone))