#bvplo

same girl, love of my life, we talked today. i can feel something when we communicate, a void that wasn’t there. but i suppose that something has to occupy the space of separation of the inseparable.

i miss us. you. whatever it is that we had. all of it.

you see, i felt for you beyond the numbness of my skin from all the tears that cut through it. this is probably why that you sized space in my life has been on my mind all the time.

for all the times that i never appreciated, forgive me. maybe. i’m still working on myself, i still want for you to have patience with me without us holding each other back. especially me, i need to breathe. pushing away anything or one too close so that i can explore my own space. the same place that feels like it’s missing something more now that life has shifted even further off my axis, moving at its own pace.

don’t mean to go back, just want to take back the lack of respect and the level of neglect that i would experience in myself and project onto the pages of our shelves within my own blindsided reason. a library that now only has one black notebook waiting for stories too mounted on an easel.

i hope you’re doing great.

a resplendent aura wrapped the space

like blankets of thick

brightly colored fog,

heavy enough to be light and breathable

filling our lungs with cool swiftness

as we drifted into mindless feelings.

feeling skin open up

like symmetrical pores

beckoning me

into metaphorical doors,

an invite inside a void

from which we came

outpouring

outlasting our timing

finding ourselves

between overcast

silver linings.

i can’t get you out my head

i fucking hate you

i wish that i had ducking said

i miss you. but you left me on read.

you told me we shared love

you said that it would stay

you told my soul with you

not really sure what my moods are anymore except that i wanna fuck. once shared with someone special now just tryna find myself an available gut to occupy my constant desires.

wanting to stroke you like the face of a clock and with every tick of our tok with find ourselves tumbling down the hole in pleasure filled gridlock. where we unwind, never come on time and stay lost within the thirst of my mind.