i fall from pieces
i sold myself
on past beliefs of a tired self
and i bask in the thought
of thoughts i once had
where things seemed to be
ever at ease
and i wake in the night
to bake in the sun
wade in the thoughts of men in my might
where i tango through rapids
but cave in delight
of lust i once had
and thoughts i long to have
in dire twists at night i take two
thoughts and passion
mixing them too
because what we once had
we long to have
nostalgia sets in and i’m longing
once again
like your eyes in mine
to touch his spine
my fingers against his skin
i feel it again
the hairs on my shin
how they’re standing at edge
with the thought of you
i tangle your hair
through my fingers at night
the way i used to die in might
like the shadows in corners
of your bedroom
fighting for light
to touch your hair