i’m in an empty room with my soliloquies bouncing off of brick walls like rubber and hitting my skull like lead. every thesis revolves around the space between your fingers that i don’t get to fill with presence of my own. my sun rises and sets on whether or not there is light beyond this prison of darkness the only sound I’m graced by is the grinding in my brain stripped teeth bloodied mouth and every word tastes like you I rebel against boundaries yet I am their architect I shut myself in to burn out but I’m just building pressure my mouth is just an echo and everything I say is perfectly timed to blow up in my face just once, i wish these words might break through these walls and crash against your tympanum, even if it only reached you as the softest whisper, because you need to know that i love you, in the purest of ways. i love you, in the purest of ways.
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A collaboration between myself and mister-selfdestruct
