spit-tears's Diaryland
Diary
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I cannot change.
Her skin clings but won't bark-chip and I am stuck pondering the contradictions of lust-- confusions and revisions of the same desperate line But-- I loved you, I loved you, I love you never sounded right. I have a fervent untrimmed wick. When I flicker: I slip-- unless I forget and dial tonight. I will not call. But her eyes closed tightly when she kissed me-- I watched as her eyelashes fluttered and fell on my cheeks-- I will cry your wishes away. I will try to forget we existed. I will twist and thrash unleashed and unabashed I will make a loud noise. I will scream in my sleep when the moment to choose confronts me. Then, Why when our fingertips itched were our tangles strewn out in obsessive neat lines-- my lust and the pain in her taking. my desperate ache for her lip. for the smell she occupied and wore like the smell of mold on trees I cannot change the way she bleeds.
12:05 am - Wednesday, Jul. 01, 2009
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