#datorefargo

[underthecelestialmoon]

The world is spinning, I'm gettting dizzy, positively nauseous. I might end up vomiting, over your suede shoes, and squeaky leather pants. A light head, bells in my ears, and the flutter of wings, plague me. The world is spinning, it's turning pink, I don't own any, tinted sunglasses. This was supposed to be, easy, but the menu had difficulty, and I pressed X on extreme.

[underthecelestialmoon]

I'm not, stupid. I think, I just, fell in love, with being, an idiot. Not so, different, just a fool, lovestruck, with an empty, crayon box. A bit dull, a little boring, could barely cut, butter, on bread. Maybe you'd say, it's pathetic, possibly, charming. All because, my natural blush, acts as make up, for clowns, and embarrassed, mimes.

[underthecelestialmoon]

Early morning, cigarette, I crave, your taste. I long, for the burning, you once gave me. I inhale, I spin, get dizzy, and fall again.

[underthecelestialmoon]

By the way, the sunset looks, I can tell, what time, of year it is. Whether this dusk, will be warm, to the touch, or have a cool, breeze, and leave, bittersweet, tastes, in our mouths.

[underthecelestialmoon]

The feeling, of uneasiness, down deep, in the pit, of my stomach. Like I ate, one too many, raw fish, I can feel, them swimming, their way out, of unsatisfied, hunger.

[underthecelestialmoon]

Sometimes, it's as if, my lungs, are filled, with lead. I breathe, but tend, to choke, instead.

[underthecelestialmoon]

Free

It's been over a year, since we last, traded words. I've never, felt so, free.

[underthecelestialmoon]

With you around, I feel like, a marshmallow. Light, fluffy, and sweet. Not afraid, to get burned, when the fire, gets too hot.