i turn to key
your words
against my knees
i bend in motion
to create ocean
within thoughts
your eyes
behind mine
i frolic between
fine lines
white noise
of your cries
echoes in thoughts
transcend
we’re wavering
on bumps
calluses of our skin
your door awakens
i can finally breathe
it feels like
just between
you and i
tangos in screams
your neck
is what killed me
little white lies
little fine lines
we make movement
in time
pauses between
chaos and rhyme
we work in thought
two and a head
spinning in question
to be or to break
to think or to ache
it was always orange
the color of
things that never made sense
hell which
we questioned