kindly.

bleak
as was the candlelight
has shun upon you

the stench.
and
now where worlds have
only to describe like dejavu

what will you be
when
you wake up
limbless yet
wanting to have sex

moving
and closing,
could we fly away

we are two of a kind.

not seeing what was wanted to see
only to confide in its residue

stillness so forgetful
you'd regress to a phenomena
it can only be named
that
you missed it so much


time to time.
you didnt even know
what you were talking about

and all i could think
was how did i do this