4 months ago
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Sunday, May 9, 2010
the wall
I walked a thousand miles
To feel the friction
Of your shadow
Graze my cheek
As we kissed hello
Inhale the scent of your body
Leaning in to touch
To hear
our lust
For words
Fulfilled
Now I'll walk
A thousand miles
You left me at the wall.
To feel the friction
Of your shadow
Graze my cheek
As we kissed hello
Inhale the scent of your body
Leaning in to touch
To hear
our lust
For words
Fulfilled
Now I'll walk
A thousand miles
You left me at the wall.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
expecting
At 4am this morning I choked on a sharp intake of breath as my eyes flashed open to fixate on the contrast of a pale ceiling and a darkened skylight.
29, beautiful, and good doesn't mean healthy.
Being in love doesn't mean you wake up next to each other.
Play Hurt isn't a sufficient plan.
My mind starts to chant in the Sondheim rhythm... "One midnight gone. One midnight gone..."
Go back to sleep, love.
There will be more revised expectations in the morning.
29, beautiful, and good doesn't mean healthy.
Being in love doesn't mean you wake up next to each other.
Play Hurt isn't a sufficient plan.
My mind starts to chant in the Sondheim rhythm... "One midnight gone. One midnight gone..."
Go back to sleep, love.
There will be more revised expectations in the morning.
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