and what i become is endless
depthless
i am nothing; i am everything
i am a lover and a saint
i am a sinner and a friend
you see, i become lucid
liquid
undone
i am a soft tender thing
foam of your sea
i am a soft tender thing
and i taste you
not your skin
no i've had that already
but i taste you
your words and poetry
austrate and aesthetic
i taste your "tender" ( it is not truly but i lie
to myself often )
soul
( it tastes like soft veins & watered down bone marrow)
you taste good
( you do not you do not you do not )
you taste whole
( i am empty i am empty i am empty )
and what have i become but a weed
a fish
( in your crowded sea )
too small to be loved
by you
too insignificant
in your sea
in your ocean
you will devour my
( i am drowning i cannot breathe cannot breathe cannot breathe )
tender
soft
bones
and my
depthless
endless
soul
( why don't you love me like i love you ? )
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fuck it it's late and i felt this and i'm tired i'll probably take it down tomorrow.
