So far away though I hear your call for me,
your pain and sadness pulling me.
We lay down and together breathe us in.
When I close my eyes I see what you see.
Your heartbeat resting against my lips.
I feel you,
your hot tear falling into my palm.
My tongue uttering your pleas,
the darkness tugging.
You’re there in the shadows behind nights shroud lonely and cold.
My reflection in your eyes.
Lying there shaking,
your hand reaching for me.
I can hear you though you don’t make a sound.
My lips uttering your words,
only my name.
Pain consuming you holding you down.

~ The Blackheart Poetess

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