That autumn, four years ago,
I turned our love into quicksand
and made us watch each other sink
deeper and deeper
Into that void of both of our
lithe bodies' closed circle broken,
where the severed wounds of our bonds
played my heart like an out of tune piano.
I almost wish that it'd gone differently,
because I now spend my nights
in sleepless dreams, with loneliness
caressing and kissing every edge of my spine.
Because if it had, maybe I could've
stopped myself from turning into
a fiend addicted to the chaos
of my heart gaining weight -
And maybe then, in that world,
could my hands still touch
that which I love and care for,
without breaking it,
Breaking them.
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Saffie's number game again, but since I'm out of challenges I took these prompts from the thread:
spend my nights in dreams
playing with emotions
lawless heart
almost
quicksand
