| a spider bite |
collyrium
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stretched out in fiction, | 1 |
you and i filled this blank bed | 2 |
like a page, cluttered with words | 3 |
too quickly erased to wipe clean, | 4 |
and the wind blew our shavings | 5 |
into thinning air, my throat collapsed, | 6 |
then my blood fell silently to sleep, | 7 |
as though you had a big magic marker | 8 |
to slowly black my name from your mind, | 9 |
but i remember how these walls swelled | 10 |
with passion, creating us a world to define, | 11 |
and we divined just how to live once, | 12 |
painting the moment without the past, | 13 |
disregarding what might come of us, | 14 |
deciding what we were and where we fit | 15 |
into what we could have made so easily | 16 |
you'd persuade my rich mind to sleep | 17 |
where my eyes would rest on your horizon | 18 |
and we'd collapse into my bed | 19 |
comforting the comforters with love | 20 |
or what we called it at the time | 21 |
until the dream fell broken in sweat, | 22 |
and i gasped, jolting into tomorrow, without you | 23 |
covered in goosebumps that swallowed me whole | 24 |
until the daze passed on, and the light swilled, | 25 |
carousing through the window with empty tones, | 26 |
and for once, i didn't want to rise to the occasion | 27 |
i wanted to drink myself dry with honesty, | 28 |
because this time, i really fell in love, | 29 |
and i know that you're doing the same | 30 |
this song's what you get when you say what you say, | 31 |
leaving me lifeless in love you requite conveniently, | 32 |
pushing me out while you ask me to stay, | 33 |
staying up for conclusions to rub the right way, | 34 |
saving up for a time you'll be able to say | 35 |
the words you already feel without question | 36 |
so that you can leave unlocked your doors, | 37 |
and let what comes in all the way, | 38 |
without wondering if it will hurt you | 39 |
god, i held that double-edged sword | 40 |
like some herculean fool in grecian myth | 41 |
stealing fire from the sky sent chills along my spine | 42 |
until these goosebumps turned to spider bites, | 43 |
and you were the itch i had to scratch | 44 |
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