wearing you naked…
under vicious skin,
the random thrown look. closing lashes. breathing ashes.
i can still dream in a french language
while talking savage, hunting that stuck in the moment feeling.
i can still go back, way beyond,
to that control hysteria…
i can still ignore everything that once touched me.
i can. because i know the way of your breathing.
and smiling. and hurting. and waiting.
this fucking empty heart.
and it’s nothing more and nothing less but me you see.
this new empty fucking me.
( this is my mirror talk)