"Why are your hands so cold?"
"Why are you so still?"
"Why did I blame myself?"
the answer was simple you were simply non-existent
but I was still here,
I was still breathing
so at 3:02am with my hands in yours
my breathing was slowed,
eyes closed,
I became absent from existence
A//N
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
