the spaces in between
the places in between
and all the spots you don't fill up,
the places in between.
melancholy; sleeplessness; hunger; desire. I don't know where you fit in. I don't know who I am.
the places in between right now, make me watertight and numb. fill me in with india ink. let's cut out the negative space.
you make comments that make things obvious. don't act like you don't know. you wanted me to figure it out; now all I smell is you.
these moments from here to there, when you are home and so am I. but I know where I am. where are you? what are you? you are everything you act like you aren't. you are things that you cannot hide from me. I feel the emptiness and pain. I feel everything.
you pushed yourself into my arms and I could feel you seep into my chest. the empty place over my breastbone. you filled up all those cracks. will you now freeze and burst my heart?
the places in between become everything. my solidness turned into negative space. turn the picture over. what do you see now?
no medication, no love, no heart, no hope. you have self-destructed and no one can save you. you expect it though. who would save you?
the places in between us. the people in between. who would kiss you? who would fuck you? who would love you, without me?
the people in between us. the people in between.
repetition
I miss the way you smell. I miss the way your mouth tastes. I want to feel your body. I want you in my arms. I want you to kiss my head. I want your hands against my face. your tongue and fingers and legs and feet.
I want to watch you fall apart.
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