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[betweenyourlines]

pitter patter

early morning raindrops

on my windowsill

[betweenyourlines]

17.04.24

yearning for you

like a felt piano

like a whisper

like a heartbeat

muted and blurred

[betweenyourlines]

06.04.24

he looked at me like i was the sun and then told me that our stars just weren't aligned

[betweenyourlines]

you are drifting further away

like raindrops down my windshield

Sunday haziness can't cure my blues

only ever thinking of you

[betweenyourlines]

i long for the day where i can be the muse

the parts that fill up the shell of my body

from the way i wear my hair

to the murmurs in my sleep

will be art to someone

art to you

[betweenyourlines]

dull aches reverberate in my chest

and thoughts crawl under my skin—

but all i can whisper is your name

[betweenyourlines]

i'm not sure what the correlation between snowy days and the people you love is but it seems that every time i look out the window and see the misty drifts i am reminded that you are far away, but maybe not as far as it seems...

[betweenyourlines]

you no longer belong to me and yet i stretch my arms out in the dark in search of your warmth

[betweenyourlines]

raging blizzard blues

a wobbly silhouette of you

disappears in the distance

[betweenyourlines]

polaris, guide me home

through the bramble

out the darkness

shining always

bright forever

[betweenyourlines]

death should come softly

drifting through the wooden gate

knocking on the window to let us know

that angels will soon fly in

and pick up your featherlight body

laughing and singing your sorrows away

[betweenyourlines]

when Kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself" but you are now drowning in my blood

and i am sorry for ruining your favourite sweater

[betweenyourlines]

before i leave

there are too many words

to spill onto pages

for me to really leave

[betweenyourlines]

every now and then

the moon sings a song

and i nod off

[betweenyourlines]

maybe if you look from afar

turn a blind eye to all my flaws

maybe then you could love me

[betweenyourlines]

five feet apart

we are only five feet apart—

close enough to touch even

but you seem to not even notice

that i was there

watching your curls

blow gently in the wind

[betweenyourlines]

October is slipping away

like silk through my fingers

onto frosted spiky earth

of November's agone