We lost ourselves on the way down.
And forgot to recollect on the way back up.
We are so alone.
you being here really matters to me.
Your lovely porcelain body——
in front of my undeserving eyes.
Those hushed words you speak,
the softness of your palm against mine.
Sometimes the shadows get darker,
and the air gets colder.
But when you’re with me
—-the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.
God that title is awful.