ramblings

There’s a heat in me and it’s been rising for a while now threatening to cut off my circulation cause my circuit board disconnects itself too often the wires get mixed up and my pulse falls short of steady but these hands have triggered heavy quakes in lungs deeper than any smoke could fill i want to be filled but every time i cough my insides turn outside and swallow up my feet stitching shut my lips so i’m forever curled in this ball hit with a home run bat i’ve been running home since i was told that the bases were meant for counting though i’ve never been too sure if home was a dirty plate worth diving for or just something in which i repeatedly strike myself out like i’ve never been too sure where i am in relation to the rest of me i’m always reaching finger tips out grasping for anything other than air to wrap myself in cause i’m always so cold so lately i’ve been trying to wrap myself in you to keep warm and i’ve been falling into a security blanket that too many insecurities have made fallible so now there’s no such thing as mister infallible to bless this wayward soul so help me god I know I’ve been falling but I’m not a fallen angel yet not that I’ve ever sprouted wings to lose or flown in anything other than melatonin dreams but my shoulder blades are beginning to prove their strength for holding up a body gliding against gusts of wind 

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  1. thebenefitofyou posted this

CUDDLE FUDDLE by DEDDY