you crawled into my bed that night

like some kind of giant insect

and I found myself spellbound at the sight of you

beautiful and grotesque

and all the rest of that bug stuff

bluffing your way into my mouth

behind my teeth and reaching for my scars

that night we got kicked outta two bars

and laughed our way home

that night you leaned over and threw up into your hair

and I held you there thinking

I would offer you my pulse

if I thought it would be useful

I would give u my breath except

the only problem with death

is that we have some hundred years

and then they build buildings on our only bones

a hundred years

and then your grave is not your own

we lie in out beds, in our graves

unable to save ourselves

from the quaint tragedies we invent

then undo

from the stupid circumstances

we slalom through

I realized that night that the hall light

which seemed so bright when you turned it on

is nothing

compared to the dawn

which is nothing

compared to the light

which seeps from you while you're sleeping

cocoonned in my room

beautiful and grotesque

resting

that night we got kicked out of two bars

and laughed our way home

I thought

I would offer you my pulse

I would give you my breath

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Let's hold here.....

keep holding

keep holding

lets just stay here

That's beautiful...