As I lay and listen, love
I gather in my chest
lines of loss, regret and worse
lines of all the rest
don’t you know I choke
with every note
your voice lets quake
I see the flutter in your lip
as you let slip
your confession
and it keeps me awake
as I lay and listen, love
don’t you know I feel
a familiar tremble
a familiar shaking of the bones
which resembles
any given night spent outside
in a northern december
a night of a more piercing cold
than you can remember
shivering, shaking, shattering
and none of this conversation
mattering
because I can’t find my fucking
footprints.
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this was great
were you on poetfreak back in 2016?
Yes i was.
what was your handle?
Probably Mad Man. I think i might have rocked my name at some point which is shawn. I used to have a drawing of cobain as my pic for a long time.