Asylummn

It's quite lonely here against your flesh, in the darkness of your room, where our bodies mesh. My thoughts lack structure for words, and turn into air as i part my lips. While your rough hands lie limp on the curve of my hips. The dusty conversation between us, forever waiting to be said, sits quiet and scared in the deepest parts of my head. Dawn brings day and reality too, where there is nothing more to me and you