Sitting in the window's chill
listening to the outside's still
my breath twists in my chest
writhing cold around my heart
because you're close enough to kill me.
Eighty three desperately sprinted paces
I've counted;
I like to quantify the opportunity
that I'm too afraid to seize.

04/07/2009

Author's Note: I live directly below someone I adore.

Posted on 04/08/2009
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