Needing You


I throw my head on my hands

and it tastes like

needing you.


Chasing our tails,

living in circles,

stretching out elation on a string


owning the sun and the sky


An endless supply of

heaven and green,

each day starts with you.


But I’ve never suffered

quite like this

and right now it feels a lot like

needing you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 6/30/16

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I enjoyed this read. Always

I enjoyed this read. Always admire your work. 

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