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this question mark i've been carrying no longer holds any real meaning.
because the only honesty i had left lied in the space/ the pause/ the break/ the break in the barrier of words that i had kept enclosed for you. my words are you.
we pulled the shades over the moon's skull only to momentarily mask the glow of your hands trembling against me. the silhouette cast a friction that burned through the hands that once held you closer. it was closer then, wasn't it?
substance is a line that dreams bigger. breathes wisely.
it allows every breath to escape from your body to account for something more than what your soul was intended for. so when i exhale, i'll be sure to remember that those who suffer from love haven't yet learned enough.
because the only honesty i had left lied in the space/ the pause/ the break/ the break in the barrier of words that i had kept enclosed for you. my words are you.
we pulled the shades over the moon's skull only to momentarily mask the glow of your hands trembling against me. the silhouette cast a friction that burned through the hands that once held you closer. it was closer then, wasn't it?
substance is a line that dreams bigger. breathes wisely.
it allows every breath to escape from your body to account for something more than what your soul was intended for. so when i exhale, i'll be sure to remember that those who suffer from love haven't yet learned enough.