the soundtrack to our lives

stop thinking about me

I can feel it

It fucking hurts my ribs

it makes it harder to breathe

I pretend I don't feel your thoughts

somehow transporting themselves

against all scientific laws

rushing down my fingers

penetrating my palms

where I last held your hand

sinking their teeth into my veins

and travelling up to my heart

making it swell and beat

hard and fast

slow and strong

your thoughts

wrap their claws

around my throat

robbing me of every breath

so I have to think of you

I can hear you grin

as you let out a laugh

brushing your hair from your eyes

knowing I can feel you

and you

never letting go