Since I left you, my love,
of me there's nothing
I'm incomplete.
All I devour is the sense of you
all I endure is the pain of your nonexistence.
I clenched onto a different shirt and my fingertips caressed their chests and climbed wishing I'd reach you.
I held on tighter than before
wishing I could feel one aspect of your being.
I swallowed his thoughts and threw up a different person that could have never been you.
The gods came and brought me down
they pulled me back down to my knees
back onto his lap with my hands resting on my thighs
I asked myself why didn't he remind me of you?
In here everything's so pure unlike you,
a born sinner with sweet blasphemies smothered on your lips but here— even their looks makes me want to meditate.
Since I left you, my love,
of me there's nothing
I'm incomplete
All I devour is the sense of you
all I endure is the pain of your nonexistence.
@hvnyboo | @evaish_
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