Adoration dances across your
ivory ribcage as I play it like...

I am a faulty fuse on an
expired mortar...

I taste you in the air.
Ragged breaths of bittersweet...

Knowledge is a
prison...

Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...

You were always so damn
certain...

I was a forgotten ugly duckling
that found shelter under...

Trepidation permeates my
every thought...

Allegretto heartbeats drum against my
skull and echoes escape my...

My tongue is toxic,
my passion...

I thirst for routine.
Even as my shoes are swallowed up by...

I liked it better when you only
existed on paper...