(no subject)

[our_dying_kiss]

in my
mind
there is only i
(and perhaps
even he)
my muse
to which i
s h a r e
my heart
my world
my thoughts
&
maybe even my darkest secrets
and only we exist
between paper
and pen

i, just i,
(and he) -
and we are all merely nothing,
just a t(/f)ool of poetry