but go I must

The stories I've painted 

Every breath I have wished

to store with care but

Time plays havoc with 

his brushes, 

he smudges.

Still,

the wince of my eyelid

in pain,

the last tremble of my finger 

in fright

the sound of your smile

in the dead of the night,

leave footprints indelible

my love, you were incredible

and now you're begging me to stay

but go I must.

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a hemorrhage of words i 

have happy living inside me 

you kiss

your lips, oh my

and the

incoherency makes

it so sexy

and ofcourse

you are in 

million parts

that scream of class and grace 

and love but

when your fingers 

pull at my skin like drawstrings i 

open 

i breathe and i will

die drinking at the

 hollow of your

throat.