Backwards

On the couch

In the dark

Spinning out

I hold something loud

Ceiling is the only crowd

Door

Crack

Innocence

Push against another fence

I stop for someone else

You say you want - to be held

Don’t find anything

In the night

Scattering

I wait for her again

We collide in the end

This black, cold

Withering

Still at home

Sinking in

The morning wakes me with

Empty glasses

Now breaking everything i touch

Pain in my skin

I won't try to breath again

I don’t find anything

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