oncejaded

a somewhat constant hesitation of blood flow

ours was always a time piece.
though whether we read the numbers or not was held by the
music in our palms. not in their streets.
..reality. my impossible harmony.

alone with someone.
unless you're one of two
you'll Never be any.

their rain upon my screen
(no room for window panes)
led me to trust that i had reason to believe in the magic
of tragedy.

it is terrifying to think of how easily i could have lived
without you.