miles

There's more than words could ever say with movements such as this.
She moves with swiftness, bittersweet with every touch and kiss.
I yell for halted suicide though sooner than you wish,
and I probably could love you if you weren't his.

I'll take what I can take my dear, no matter shit or shoddy.
To rid you of the numbers love, the miles on your body.
To dance with death so soft and sweet but with a bitter end.
Tears they smudge these fluid words that I will never send.