you linger in my skin
& can I be blamed for shaking up a shadow,
for tearing down myself a little
like moonlight condensed & liquefied
you stare up, laughing from bubbling eyes
(ah, quickly, & you breathe it in)
Your vapors leave me sharp & brittle.
and I have no intention
of chasing after lightning
in storms of raging blue.
and it's sick how I infect me
so thirsty for your alchemy
in hazy veils of mercury;
you can't be blamed for glittering
And slipping through my skin.
A/N: Quickedit is actually much worse than the previous system. How perverse! This has lots of nice indentation and such. Kindly visualize.