the clock ticks
past the end
we’re here again
i touch you
from afar
lingering along
your scent
i succumb
dust to bits
endless kisses
torture, i shout
the blood drips
from my hands
you slit my wrists
play along
i even sang
your favorite song
they said don’t romanticize
grab your hips
sway again
yet i can’t
i don’t
i tune to you
towards you
broken hands
broken grip
tight fists
sad kisses
13am