His shadow finally left
Wrapped up in my blood covered sheets
A day after the day after the day I stopped stalking you.
It was so quiet without the hope of love.
After the sun is up does no one cry to the moon
There was nothing before him
Nothing since you
Nothing after the storm
My Id made out of all the glasses of whiskey I drank over him
Stutters
Water now soaks the vessel where I once held my lover
Too bad I never learnt to swim
Did another lover teach you me him how to swim
Was I still holding onto him onto you
After all, without holding hands,
Corpses float too
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