So here we are, away from all the screams and moans of the world.
Half of the world sleeps with their hands around their own scrawny necks.
Half of the world is broken and bleeding.
The other half are lovers.
In this moment I cannot decipher which half we belong to.
In this moment we are sleeping with our hands around each others necks.
This could be the last moment I will ever breathe through.
How scary it is, to know that at any moment we could snap.
How thrilling.
This is the ultimate trust.

Take your headphones out and soak in my words; reap them.
Give me your mind.
I want to know what makes you tick; what boils your blood, what drains the blood from your face, what turns your blood ice cold.
Bite into me with your words.

God knows I tried.
God knows I prayed for you, begged for you, on my knees.
God knows the way my tears fall onto your pillowcase.
Will yours ever fall onto mine?

I only ever see you in my imagination these days.
I hate saying “these days”
because that means “those days” are no longer;
those days when we revolved around one another
like the Earth around the Sun.