Poems

Untitled poem # 2

I crawl amongst your limbs

And make myself a bed

Your breath provides a blanket

That stops the thunder in my head

Your exhaled murmurs

Are like sweetness to my ears

But for my heart they’re sickly

That brings on my tears

The idea of you

Made my blood course

But the reality of you

Made all my decisions coarse

I tried everything not to lose you

In doing so I did

So I sit here fearful

That I will forever be the kid

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