haydiddle
return to the place that knows the bottoms of your feet best.
return to the bed that knows your naked soul.
return to the people who wrap their arms around you without saying a word.
return to the one who never stopped loving you,
even when you stopped loving yourself.
you deserve this frivilous longing for something more.
between tear stains and cracked teeth you lied to me
about me.
with me.
so here. you deserve this empty feeling
that sinks into your bones
and leaves you helpless to life's
vicious realities.
i met you on the dreariest port,
to say goodbye to who i thought we were.
you left without giving me a kiss.
and i realized i let go of more than i anticipated.