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whiskey neat
you tell me my eyes look like hollow planets,
for they have mass, but no depth; tho, if you asked me, their core is a black hole,

it hurts, when i think of it really, that you’d long for me to be different.. and this ‘longing’, isn’t new to me at all; in fact i predicted it,

you extend your hand for me to take, yet i’ve shown you no warmth in my gaze,
flickers of remorse pulse within my veins, yet i cannot even hope to change..
i take a breath, a pause and look you dead in the eyes with my hollow orbed guise, my hollowed out vessel is far too weak in its current state for me to comprehend what was being said,
or for any of whatever i said to have made any sense,






© Fae 💕