Lovesick.

Hot and Cold climate changes

Our time is a changing idea

I am running out of sand

Turn over once, turn over twice

I am poor from paying the price.

Circular hands, time is an endless game

And I am tired of watching the moves you make

Clockwork charm, runs out at midnight

I do not fit into the glass slipper.

 

Life buoy, anchor

Summer sun, winter freeze

A storm in my storm, ringing in my ears

Feeding me poison, passing me the antidote.

 

I’m drowning in my own lovesick depths

At least when the loneliness was suffocating

I could still breathe.

 

I am a werewolf changing under your moon.

 

 

K. Thwaites

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