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When it feels this good you don’t let go,

please talk with your fingertips

because I will fuck this up if you give me the chance,

and not in a good way.

I stayed out again…

when I get back the world won’t be home

but I don’t want to be the one

who shouts the loudest just to fill the empty.

I’m not here looking for absolute,

we are talking without thinking

I have let down the floodgates with liquor

because this is somewhere I’ve never been

and so I will call it home.

Get your wild,

mend me while I disappear,

your head on my shoulder,

I don’t want to be your four a.m.

but despite what I say

I am always desperate enough to spend that exact minute

with my fingers tangled in your hair,

I dare you to say this feels the same…

in shame somehow

I am more desperate now.

Usually

my quiet screams the truth

but now I am letting half-lies

slip from my mouth in liquid brave…

I will fuck this up and you have given me the chance.

I’m the one who never wants to be alone

so I find you again and again

when I’ve lost myself.

When I can’t think

I think of what I could say to you,

what I might have,

what I won’t.

We must speak the same language beautifully

or I would not have shared perfect silence

and half a bottle of liquid brave with you,

but we are both blind

and I have written you too many indecipherable love letters

under cover of twilight.

Desperation called, she wants me to stay-

I know I will

and I’m the only one to blame.