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Empty Of You
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Portfolio There's a slight ticking in my head
the bulb from the closet light is broken
and all I hear is your heart beat.
Swallowing me whole,
determining that I am unworthy
I hear you breathe.
No sky and no earth
I am left uncomfortable in my own skin.
Without our goofy converstions of grapes and cherries
who am I to declare that I'm done?
Don't I know who you are?
I still can taste your tongue on my mouth,
the wet kisses on my lips.
It's a pleasant memory in my mouth
I'll lose it any moment
along with my sincerity.
oh, but the days with you
naked on my bed,
in the warm sunshine.
Bare flesh covering the red comforter
red as blood
as your blood.
I push the new bulb into the socket
pray that you'll come home
now that the light has returned.
And the ticking finally siezes in my head,
but it's still empty,
Empty of you.
