Would you dance only with me untill our graves?
I want to live in your breath
in the pauses between your thoughts
in the stillness after your laughter fades
maybe our atoms could be wrapped
in longing devotion
a sacred wound
offered in the hope
that something divine might bleed back
but you see
the gods
don't favor me
can we hide from them?
i don't believe in the divine
but i have to blame someone
for this misery
to long
and never be enough
for the cruelty of never seeing you
touching you
can't stick to you - like you want me to
or ease your mind
but i'm breathing you in
as the universe folds in
on itself
will we forever dance
in the shadows of their apathy?
but you see - im a bad dancer
i'm a rhythm that doesn’t fit
a step that never lands right
i’m lost in the movement
chasing you
but always out of sync
