i’ll miss you. i think.

having been with you so long likeĀ a soul without a voice you conveyed the world to me in glimpses, in years through thick and thin like a true friend, you’ve been like words on a paper you filled my emptiness I think I shall miss you most for perhaps I am the only one who…

unspoken sense.

hence spoken were her thorny words sometimes like rose killing me with love … yet the hidden smile she wears on her sleeve pricks me when she passes by … a sinful face so cold her gaze I cannot look away as she chases my taste … even if I turn her voice lures me…

?

asketh she with eyes yet i dare not express … the sounds my lips make will stir a storm, i fear … i wait in a corner standing poised like a wallflower … i cannot extend a hand i know well, how elegantly let down i shall be … so i, out of fear, lay…

they died.

around an inch from my chest beneath the sky and above an earth they died a zillion times … like little children’s laughter cracking i could hear my voice splatter like blades running through transparent water … little smiles erased with pleasure right when they were just born … sweetness constantly stained by the clouds…

drunk midnight.

in sips of two … … and then three …. maybe a one here and there the night i drink in melodies fine the most ecstatic sound that’s possibly there in this world to be heard is when you are insane … … the sweetness of breath the dulling of lights all things decomposing their…