night.

all that was great goes cloudy, everything that licked the skin now cold. i couldn't risk laying in the grass, and you are nowhere in my blood.

the night moves. it is not slow, not now. it takes half of your head, leaving you in circles. i press every song deeper to my skin, but nothing.

i have shown no anger but why in the absolute fuck would you once more come so close? i was fine! my heart is stronger than everything that hangs from it. but, again, i come low, and simple, and think you mine. and you - you - you, just an echo of the stars, that permanent grin. why try to haunt me? because the simplest game is the only thing that throws me. because malice, what nourishes you. i hadn't - i had not - my eyes were not yet - these irises still shrinking to take in your light, and that you rush from the room, the day.

i can't make sense.

my spark still a spark made alone.