dreaming

i found myself dreaming of her last night.

of acres of skin, wrapped around her like cellophane.

of oceans in her eyes, complete with salty tides made of tears.

i dreamt of the way she tasted;

like acid and smoke.

i felt her hands wrap around mine,

nails tearing holes through my palms.

i heard her speak to me,

calm even as she splintered the very foundation of my love.

we used to fall asleep next to each other,

her feet tangled with mine.

i remember one night spent wondering,

if love could break a heart.

there are 78 things i want to say to her,

but my pleas will always fall on deaf ears.

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1) i can still feel the welts on my skin from the first time you touched me.

2-78) i can still hear you telling me you love me.