oh my love
i
crave
no space
cliche
hands,lips,soft,sp
whis---per
oh
my
love
breathe,no,yes
find,fly,found,fu
oh my
love
time is unkind
death somehow
unexpectedly
unabashadly
unwelcome in this house
our histories
say otherwise
my love
now we
say
no
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
ti ck to ck
impossibly slow
without you
hours could be days
dreamed drama
school days worth
of horror
tick
tock
every breath is a gift
every bite is artwork
art work
didn't know
until the first time
that there could
never be
enough time
uni
ver
ses
are
not enough to
hold
my
love
hands burn
without you
we are
h
o
l
l
o
w
no more
but work
feels like
countries
back before
when we were
sure
waiting would be easy
because it was so easy
alone
Loneliness once upon another
Time. A blanket.
To hide under.
Now. Smothers
Like a rag.
Before it was easy
With anticipation
Now longing stings
And bursts
Hands measured
In time spent
Snatched. Lined with
A terrible beauty
Knowing there is
Never enough
Never too much
Tick. Tock.
Tic. Tock
Ti. Tock
T. Tock
. Tock
Toc
To
T
.
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