With your head rested in my palm
I hear your brain box ticking
The subtle eye movements and lip gestures tell me you’re in deep thought
When thinking if someone is thinking about you, you enter a trance
You hold a mirror to yourself and question all
It hangs back
And evolves
I’m wound around your finger
I’m pressed under your thumb
What if I was to stay here
With no one in between
You shouldn’t feed these things
Whilst fading away by night
Whilst staring at the ceiling
The sky fucks you
tears dry your face
What pictures are painted
When you hear my name
A ripple in a puddle
An echo in a hall
A memory of someone else
That’s reflected through the blood that drops from my nose onto the edge of my toilet sink
Then onto my left foot
Joy etched in skin
Sadness speaks through your eyes,
And I almost died in your lap today.
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