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either way

Foolishness -
It must hit harder when there's no darkness to hide in.
Harder than the slamming door,
Harder than falling into bed with his body above me.
And hope is a silly thing to believe in,
When time has proven nothing but
Our skills in spilling ink
And secrets in the night.

But his pull -
It was harder,
As he grasped me as I tried
To get away from
Whatever.

What are we.

And it seems
Like the distance is closed by our sickening edge -
The twisted terrible things from these mouths sinning
With words, now
Kissing.
I have been waiting,

For something just like this, yet
The wrongness hums beneath the echoes of
How right this feels, and how right he feels -
And the breaths between -
And the warmth within -
And whatever it is that is recognized by his and mine -
At that moment, they were his and mine.
I have been waiting,

You know how much it hurts -
The burning of a someday dream,
And he's already got someone waiting somewhere,
Probably wondering
Where he went.
Or if he's coming back.
And the tears were solely mine then.
Because holding him, I can see that he
Could be the type you shouldn't let go
But I could be wrong,
Oh I could be very, very wrong -
He could be the devil himself.

That tongue, curious.
Those fingers, wanderers,
Coaxing flight and sighs from my
Lips and
Skin humming in surrender.

Perhaps all this
Is but a dream in a moment so distorted, and I
Would wake up in another life,
In another person's arms.
Not again,
Not this morning sorrow.

Bathed in soft 5 am light,
I fall back asleep with everything I couldn't give.
Everything he's already given.
Everything he can no longer give.

Either way, there is something there.
Either way, we'll probably end badly.

Written by thepositivelydark

Published 20th Apr 2019

Author's Note

Poem 5 of 30, NaPoWriMo 2019

Image: (found with filter) https://www.flickr.com/photos/andnatasha/

Ghost (stripped) by Halsey: https://youtu.be/1mgwOSXTrNQ