Sat, 09/14/2013 - 21:43 -- bndaven

You are a part of me

my framework, my skeleton

I can fell you slip from me

my own fault

like a blanket slips from my fingertips 

as I drift unconscious

I have far too many memories of you.

Multiplying, replayed inside my very DNA.

a virus

I can still taste your lips, heavy with smoke

Dancing across my skin like sugar on speakers

telling me secrets I'm not sure I want to know.




That I misspelled feel in the third line.

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