Broken knees on the pavement, memories on th3l,aa,?1! fein fein fein

I wonder, I wondered ifff

In my dream last night ,, I watched your skin disintegrate in front of my eyes

Before the church, before my voice, before God. How odd

I looked at you one last time, turned back, saw the grotesqueness of your desires

Then realized the reality of mine, you in my dreams, , again

Again

Whether, maybe

I looked at you, dying your skin covered, covered in crust

Across the field, it was, the sun was setting

It was beautiful, a bit

Before the worst part

I think of my grandmother dying, I think of you

Balance

We must, must we

Again

Whether it be so

Beautiful, we were

I have never, would never

I miss you, again

Is it you? Of me, or me, mine again

You are beauty to me.

You are beauty to me

I saw the night before, a replica, a relic, a dream,

You and I. But grotesque

A fiction of your desires, unnatural, sad

Heartbreaking

Why do you miss me so

So

So I wait, again, for you, please my

Please my love

These monsters, they are just trees

You are me again, my memory wrapped

Warped for you

You and I

I miss it, you

I miss you

Come back to me

For I will provide you with

That brief moment of solace

Alongside the grotesqueness

The way you opened yourself to me, her, in a way that was raw, disgusting, indulgent— how do I

You are broken in front of me

Skin peeling,

I miss you

I watch you die in my arms

Texas, my home

You pick at me so

The most the most the most

Be near to me, before I forget

You die in my arms, again

Why