Tangled In Your Arms

I'm still hungry for you

At least that's what I call the emptiness past midnight

When I'm alone in bed gripping my core tight

Desperate to fill my cavities

With a spill of gravity

To hold me down

Because we fly before we fall

And if I don't stall

I'm sure to plummet to an abandoned summit

And I can't stand up from you again

But times I dine

On the moments when I felt your breath on mine

Tangled in your arms

Swarms of butterflies refusing to rest

Let your whispers permeate through my chest

Shaping my fantasies

Cutting reality down to its bowlegged knees

It gives me stress

Sometimes I carve you out of darkness

And it's a curse to possess this imagination

The kind that brings you outside my mind

Before I know it I'm cuddling with my creations

Handing out invitations

To the private chambers of my heart

I get these cravings and I start

Clenching you under the covers

Wrenching us back together like a broken screw

Fantasizing about you out of the thick blue

I dive into a world

Where we weren't the mistake

Not just a boy who met the wrong girl

I try not to feel guilty when I stir up

Things that aren't the case

In an attempt to sate the void within me

I speculate

That you've been struggling to escape

The same loneliness I can't address

That longing for me pressed against your chest

The wisps of my hair

The threads of my hands

And damn I can't understand why I'm falling after one-night stands

On the ground when I'm not grounded
Lost when I'm dumbfounded
Hungry when all you ever were was full of it
But the feeling of imaginary arms are recurring
A mental zit
That I can't escape or sedate through being proactive
I bombed so much romantically that it's no surprise I'm radioactive
Listening to my deformed heart
I guess that's why my brain is trying to claim
Create translucent hands doing CPR
Hoping that fantasy can make my broken atria restart.