i’m lying on your lips
on the edge of the bed
painted by blues of a damp hue
like your edges atop mine
waves pushing against i
and i tango in your breath
to feel something i used to reminisce
your heart against mine
the wind against i
dancing in motions
on a dark winded roller coaster
i used to paint you black
to pull the edges back
pick your brain in the evening
to see if this would be worth keeping
i used to say we’d die in time
knowing it all goes too fast
like broken ribs on a race track
where you’re in circles
with cracks dividing your moments
feels like depression on your back
swaying in twists, in mists
in a numbness you happen to control
you miss what you can’t have
you miss what you used to have
do i ever miss what i did have
i do, i did
i can still feel it
i’ve still touched it
and i didn’t remember your name in the moment
which felt like power
yet it was something softer
it was your wind against mine
but it seems like
mine was always a bit softer
and your name happened to be
something people get over
i felt your wind