It broke upon the surface of my skin
Like the fraying, undid knots of that old blue sweater
I wondered if every moment of my suffering
Could someday turn into something better?
I wanted to cry but my eyes were dry
That moment I lusted for the touch of moisture
But broken, beneath the blanket of empty darkness
I acted as if I were beyond this painful torture
Goodbye stuck to my lips, I counted eternity
Playing mind games with our fingers entangled
There was nothing but memories to break the monotony
And your watery smile as we watched our dreams get strangled
I settled the culmination of my final reflections in alignment
But my body lay shattered like those old broken pieces of my trust
Then I drifted beyond the last obstacle of confinement
With my tongue wrapped around the warm, soaked crust
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