my skin can breathe,
paper thin threads
dripping to the floor,
in a pool of flesh.

dont think i wont stay
for you, because im no
thing with, out you.

we can twirl under the moon,
and fall beneath the soil.
as the sun starts bleeding red
and you cough, once, twice,
the third never came.

we can sleep on the floor forever.

9/3/12

A/N: I am now writing poetry at abbnormaly on tumblr. I'm still writing on here, no worries.