Midnight bleeds through the blinds,

her perfume still a ghost on my sweater.

Your text glows—“I miss you”—

but I’m kissing blame in another’s mouth.

Heart splits like headphones,

left side loyalty, right side lust,

both beats out of sync.

If I pull the truth like a knife,

will we bleed out or stitch?

Either way, the night keeps score—

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Almost touch me, fingertips of smoke

Your breath is a ghost on the back of my throat

Neon cathedral, we kneel in the haze

One syllable short of starting the blaze

I lean—time slows—your outline dissolves

A prayer in the static that never evolves

So close the stars forget to burn

Almost touch me, and never return