Stalanino

true love waits in haunted attics that crest their way into the warped corners of my mind, a sheet of adoration and sadness crystallizing. etching slowly into the drumming doldrums that weigh like confessions, i tuck myself into this space of my thoughts and let my skin find its film as scenes of discovery fade down that slippery slope. fetal, fatal fear of everything that was you because you are exactly what i wanted, exactly what i needed, and i couldn't have you. in a cocoon holding love to my chest and away from your kind eyes and heart-melting smile, you are the one force i could not deny. the air, that i let slip into quiet draf