than the rhythm of my shoes
on damp concrete
i'm preoccupied with thoughts
of running water
and nothing covering
our skin beneath
your hands
are all over me
but you can't feel me
i can't catch my breath
my steps fall after
time's lost between
you and me
my thoughts are wet
just like the water
falling on my skin
reaching in and pushing
away
your hands
are all over me
it's all over
you can't feel me
your hands
are so much softer
than they should be
for hands
that can't feel me
mistakes are tasted with
intention
like circumstantial love songs
after you've moved on
lies become compelling truth
but i'd rather live the dream
of you
in dark rooms- you consume
your hands on my skin
move
damp eyelids fall on cold palms
you took what you wanted all along
you took what you wanted all along
you took what you wanted all along
you took what you wanted all along
until it's gone
posted by d @ 12:13 AM
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