You’re the one who comes between us.
Coughing out your IQ.
Slipping your hand behind the couch of the night.
Always slipping away.
Leaving me choking on spent haemoglobin.
My mind is wild and my eyes are wide.
But they scarcely see you.
The black bruise of loneliness settles all around.
Weightless and bare.
In the dark, it all looks the same.
Then you set this all on fire.
Warming your hands by the great destruction.
Casting on gasoline comments of indifference.
These words from you are vulgar.
Yet I thank you for your time.
Breathing them in and setting up homes for them inside of me.
Precious fragile fragments of attention.
Your racing heart surprises, it brings me back.
Brings me down.
Simmering into something else.
I come back to you again in little pieces.
Littering your soul.

This is brilliant work!
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed it!
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Beautiful emotional lines thanks for sharing 💕😘
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Beautiful ! So emotional lines well shared thanks 👍
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Thank you, glad you liked it…thank you for reading!
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Welcome.🥰
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“Coughing out your IQ”. “ “casting out gasoline comments of indifference” beautifully and brilliantly described piece
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Thank you, i surprise myself sometimes =)
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Mark! Damn these are some Fine lines! I can’t even pick a favorite… once more, I’m floored by your poetry.
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Thank you tara. Many vines here, glad some bore a good grape or two of juicy wordings!
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Indeed!
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