my lights
are off
but i’m not scared
laying here
listening
to his poem
as he reads
his voice
pouring out of my phone
speakers aren’t enough
i want his breath
on my neck
but still
this is intricately intimate
if only it were infinite
indulgent and irresistible
in sickeningly small intervals
if i am even missed at all
i hope its by him
this feels deliciously tangible
like i can hold it
taste it
lick the euphoria from my teeth
and spear it
i find myself
smiling
genuinely
non-offensively
a real
“i think this’ll be the end of me”
kind of smile
i think
all the struggle
was worthwhile
i used to be scared of the dark
but now
the absence of light
means i can hear him better
and i think
i’d do anything
to hear him better.
12:50pm - 07/03/25
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Author:
Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 7th, 2025 10:58
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Passion can become an obsession. and dreams can be overpowering. Nicely done
thank you!
Cleverly crafted write i feel of a passion becoming a obsession, enjoyed the read
thanks for reading!
You are very welcome
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