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Description
My hands are shaking tired,
feel helpless
almost desperate.
Certain patches of skin
on my body throb
with want of contact.
Be it eyes or fingertips.

A little weary of sleep,
touch memory invade my dreams.
I hate that everything seems
in softer light, looking back.
Looking at something
that you wanted to have
(rent-to-own,
I got ripped off
halfway through my installments).

My lips are so fucking tired
of mouthing words
to that old love song.
My skin itches with
sore anticipation,
and time's almost up--

For you,
the twist in my gut,
the knots in my neck,
the sweet picture in my mind,
fading view in hindsight
fading view...
fading...

Description
My hands are shaking tired,
feel helpless
almost desperate.
Certain patches of skin
on my body throb
with want of contact.
Be it eyes or fingertips.

A little weary of sleep,
touch memory invade my dreams.
I hate that everything seems
in softer light, looking back.
Looking at something
that you wanted to have
(rent-to-own,
I got ripped off
halfway through my installments).

My lips are so fucking tired
of mouthing words
to that old love song.
My skin itches with
sore anticipation,
and time's almost up--

For you,
the twist in my gut,
the knots in my neck,
the sweet picture in my mind,
fading view in hindsight
fading view...
fading...