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Sometimes it's not the
butterflies
in your stomach
that tells you you're in love but the pain
Now that
                  I
                     Know
                                You
Exist
How
Do
I not
         Love
                    You
Much like the moon we go through phases of emptiness to feel full again
My knuckles turn white from holding onto a foraged memory of an existence of what we used to call hope and it will shout into the void, echos of shadows that dance in the back of my brain that circumstance could not fore see that picture of us hanging from inside a two story house somewhere lost in rural California where white lace suffocated your skin and red silk flowed over the scars of my past lovers there is a smile that is shown under neath a cascade of fabric which displays a world in which you to could have wanted that white picked fence in the home we built in our dreams but reality is like a hurricane and eases all the evidence of what was once love
Taking pictures while you sleep
Leftovers on the table, strangers on TV
I'm bleeding from my ears
Sneaking out while you're asleep,
Cause you're my biggest fear
I told you from the start
I disappear when it gets cold
But you found a way to keep me here
With a body to hold

And I think of you
When I am drunk in the road in front of your old house
I miss what you do to me
When I needed you and blacked out

I miss you darling
Yeah I guess I'll say it
I know I'm a fool
The inside of my head feels like TV static on full volume.

Loud and uneasy.
Am
I
Always
Going to
Feel
So
L
  O
     S
       T
?
Love showed me
heavens and
dropped in me
hell
I do not think
Loneliness
is absence of company,
rather the inability to form an emotional connection with yourself or anyone else
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