Your Special Place Poem by Sam Betts

You've gone again without me to your special place, the pupils of your eyes too large for your face,
You float off alone attached by a tether,
take me with you please we can enjoy this together.
Do I need the violet bruises to get that look upon my face, would we be there together in your special place.
But who cares for us both when we leave and drift back here , the trembling lips and tortured twists is all that dwells here.
I'd rather be with you in your place than be here by myself for ever, so I've loaded two barrels full so that we can be forever.