poetic night.

Don't know why, but tonight was poetic. Here's what I wrote. They're not that good, but hey, whatevs.

Kept alive by
the beating
of a dead heart.
All you want
is to fuck me,
use me.
Love
not present,
soul
not living.
The only spark
of life:
the static shock
as you leave.
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Your song
moves
the butterflies
within me.
Weak in the wings,
they flutter,
keeping time,
all the while
trying to release
themselves
from this cage.
Your melody
ever strengthening them.
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Heavy breathing,
hyped up nerves.
Quickening pulse,
shaking hands.
Tomorrow is my new today?
Maybe.
If it ever gets here.
It seems
time has settled itself
against slow moving currents
giving me more time to
think.
dream.
fail.