The dark of my room
an emotional monsoon drowns me whole.
I trace my own skin
pretending these are your hands guiding mine
across ribs, over lips—
tension coils tight, ready to snap.
You found me at my lowest,
still you stayed.
This want drags me under its weight,
our souls crashing like moons in secret orbit.
Your scent still lives in my lungs.
My body burns where yours should be.
Breath jagged,
pulse hammering—
I tip over the edge into white-hot silence.
Set me on fire again, love.
Make this night stretch
until morning forgets how to arrive.
Kiss me hard,
kiss me now—
before the ache remembers
you’re not really here.
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