This

my head,body is pointing to the Nadir
while you
Empyrean still in how i see you bathe in your
aloneness
and how i bleed the last resisting stars
i must have foolishly cupped,gathered from before
to you now
and all i can do is this

sadly,
this

somewhere in,around the filigrees
of what we share, cradled by the troughs,
(this must be where my optimism broods)
sending tracesDeluding yetcomforting
forSometime, forSometime
‘cos
waiting punctures me
and i grow
this is what you should know

subtly,
this

*wtf. yes, you. you. this. where?  i can’t believe i’m posting this.

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