May 5, 2018
Today is a Saturday. I sit up in bed and look across to
Where you lay; I think that this is the moment where I
Should watch how the sun gently bathes your face in its
Honey-coloured breath and choke on the butterflies
Clawing their way up my throat. But instead, I feel the
Truth settle in the pit of my belly like a stone; that there is
No part of you I cannot live without. Instead, I see a sheet
Of skin draped over those words I am always so desperate
To hear, I'm listening, I'm here, Come back, and I realise
That I might fall just as easily for a different shade of flesh
So long as the shape of the words are still the same.
I Fall for Your Words Alone // I. Song