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[drowning!O] lines of poetry
Jun. 1st, 2011 01:32 pmi remember them in lines of poetry. strange, isn't it? that they should fit so neatly into journal entries or memoirs as lines of poetry.
he was "when reading between your unlined/a4 pages".
he was "where i can't whisper...//"sweet dreams, trezo"/into digital ears".
he was "the darkness that curls on pillows left empty by lovers".
he is "we no longer love, but stare out windows/to old skeletons, the bones we expose".
i would try to explain it more, understand it more, but all i can see is loss and anger. is struggling to see something in them that i cannot see in me. unwanted and wanting. loved and unloving. desperate for something more than real.
he was "when reading between your unlined/a4 pages".
he was "where i can't whisper...//"sweet dreams, trezo"/into digital ears".
he was "the darkness that curls on pillows left empty by lovers".
he is "we no longer love, but stare out windows/to old skeletons, the bones we expose".
i would try to explain it more, understand it more, but all i can see is loss and anger. is struggling to see something in them that i cannot see in me. unwanted and wanting. loved and unloving. desperate for something more than real.
