01/04/2023if there was a thread, a red thread, connecting my mouth to yours every time i speak of your name, i couldn’t fandom the pain of thousands of strands keeping us together, so closely, that maybe in my most mischievous desires, i would say it once more in a whisper so our mouths would have finally kissed and there, with wounds from the punctures and blood dripping down my chin, i would smile for i had once lastly tasted heaven.