but i am the only one

Jun 23, 2007 22:58

there's an oak tree outside his window
its branches scrape the side of the house when it's windy
the moonlight comes through the leaves
and casts sickle shaped circles onto his wall
they keep me awake when i'm trying to sleep
his arms wrap themselves around my neck, around my shoulders
and i listen to him breathe
the lights, they jump and shake
for a second we're alone in the midnight air, it's
cool against our skin, cold against our skin
for a second i decide i'll let him in, we're alone
in this room. it's dark, there are shadows on the wall
and he exhales and he inhales
i choke on my words i can't speak
can he hear me he can't hear me anyway he's sleeping
i'm suffocating, please please
keep breathing.
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