Subsoul

We sat in a park and giggled at your insecurities

 

I felt her forearm warmly restraining, against my neck, when I savagely tried to attack the sky.

 

She ate all my cookies while I tried to find her a t-shirt to sleep in

 

She just stared at me as I wept.

 

You can’t have your soul back, I can’t find my own

 

Resting in the vacancy at the centre of my chest

 

She puts her lips to my fevers

 

I keep my cool

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