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