Your skin is left on my pillows
All the while I am sniffing them
And pretending to be apathetic
Oxygen and nitrogen surrounding me
And they flow into my mouth as though
Being sucked through a cheap red straw
Here I dreamt I was free, yet again
Breathing air through my whole mouth
And kissing you with both lips
But I am eternally a glass half empty
There is no thing as a whole person
Like oil and water, we mix only when shaken
Best,
Anna Belle Lee
No comments:
Post a Comment