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whispers between the sheets

it seems
despite the past
inevitability has found me
modern times
and I'm taken back
to now that feels like then
how do I tell tomorrow
that another has found it's place
in what I don't understand
the eternal abyss of emotions
what never truly left
has regrown in a broken place
hopes to fix and not break further
to no return... no, return.
I.
I.
I want it back.

it's the way you do... it.

my dreams comfort me
eyes closed and I'm watching a movie
bootlegs of reality fill me up
chill me to tingles and touches of emotion
I argue with waking
wanting to stay in the shade of my eyelids
where your smile warms me
much like the sun climing up the horizon
burning blankets of clouds away
drawing me from slumber and you
I just want to sleep in you

sometimes it's just too much

I wish I had prettier hands to hold you with
stronger bigger arms to keep you with
eyes and lips and a voice to captive you with
a way that melts you into a puddle of that l-o-v-e

instead my tired worn hands wearily hold up a breaking umbrella
a feable attempt to keep the rain off my broken back
cracked and dried lips barely letting air flow
eyes sealed shut from these reflections in the puddles

do you feel what I see? do you see what I feel?