What is it that you’d like to get from me?
the scent of my skin wasn’t enough
and neither were the trail of kisses I left behind
somewhere between your back and the nape of your neck
my warm body next to your cold heart
is the saddest pair of opposites I’ve seen in a while
and let’s not get started on my mind
which you didn’t even try to discover.
Tell me-
If I had wings and lived slightly
but forever
out of reach
would you still have pushed me
into goodbye?
A.P. Bastian 