at least there was movement

a point of exhaustion where
you have chills and two lumps
rising on your head and all
you can think about is
how he tangles up in you
when you go to sleep at night
the short distance feels
impossible to cross baby i
miss your body next to mine
i have tried so hard for naught
i never said what it means to me
all those times fitted together i
am so sorry i
am in too much pain to speak i
am nothing without the darkness i
am nothing without your body i
am nothing

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Hi. I'm a poet. I was a playwright/producer before the pandemic. If you're wealthy and want to be a modern Medici, drop me a buck or two: paypal.me/ksnapreads

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