Twilight, or when the moon rises as the sun sets;
when the world is soft for a split second.

Twilight, or the gatekeeper of the stars;
when I can easily slip into dissociation.

Twilight, or before the world goes dark;
when I am safe from my mind.

During restless hours,
the addict inside of me grows relentless at the thought of you.
Withdrawals consume.

I trace the top of my arms and lips how you used to.
I struggle to remember the last time we kissed and how you tasted. 
Misremembering or forgetting sends me into a panic.

I try to remember you by writing about you over and over again until
my words are meaningless.
You are becoming a figment of my imagination.

My latest obsession is closing my eyes as
I see you in my (day)dreams.
In-between consciousness, you are whoever I want you to be.

Twilight, or when the moon rises as the sun sets;
when I can feel sane for a split second before

I

am

dragged

back

to

you.

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