spinning in actions, i only feel the tension
of a head in rotation on a bed twisted sideways
i lean to touch your heart
yet i feel the void of nothing at all
to spin or to fall
or to even love at all?
i break your neck in my mind at night
you used to happen somewhere around midnight
wading in hopeless as you used to
just like i felt used, too
nothing made sense
i’ve said it again
i shadow at your bend
ringing corners again
your heels at my head
i push
sometimes it feels good to feel like this
i like your masochism
like i like your lips
against my skin at night
pillows against my mouth
to speak in tongues
and i quake for the devil to tell me
things you said in shadows of corners
in alleys i walk by
you used to whisper things in passing
i pretend to not hear
as i’m not quite here
i’m there sometimes
i’m swinging wine
dancing in the twilight
in dark mines
echoes in your heart
to fill the void
you’re a poltergeist
but i disguise you to be
somewhat of pleasing to the eye of many
i show the signs
and i’m dancing on fault lines
in broken down rooms
where you used to
fill something i needed
but i’m here to be
with or without
near or far
dark or light
being to breathe
feigning to be me
under the skies at night
is when i find time
to think of you in depth
in the quietness
your eyes atop mine
your body against mine
my warmth for your cold
things i said
words you couldn’t hold
a spine which could bend
for men other than i
we twist and i kiss
goodbye to you
broken down memories of you
how i know you felt used, too