It tickled upon my lips
itched at my fingertips
I breathed
      I…
I gasped and swallowed it down

Despite the scars on my skin
regardless of the staggered stitches
laced up and down my heart
though I’ve grown stone cold inside
there is a fire that burns for you
I cannot douse it
     not that I’d want to
         it’s all I have left
     to remind me I’m alive

It tickled upon my lips
itched at my fingertips
I breathed
      I…
I gasped and swallowed it down

I whisper your name in the night
though you are too far to hear
I sing for you between breaths
but you’ve never learned the tune
I think of you
between dreams of you
and I yearn for your embrace
or even just to fall in your graces
but you’re more lifeless than I

It tickled upon my lips
itched at my fingertips
I breathed
      I love you
I gasped wishing you were around

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