I have heard them sing tonight
Lovers, in unison.
And we both know -
how true this is,
just as much as your love.
Yes, I keep inventing ruses to hurt myself.
I want to think of you.
Consciously,
yet again, I choose -
to wallow in misery,
the little solace it brings.
Forsaken lovers have weird ways of rejoicing.
I function so normally,
each morning,
they never happen to notice -
the emptiness I nurture,
the hollow left by you.
On long nights, I paint charcoal auroras.
Sigh, one more - eon long
I spend remembering you.
I am the great lover, no?
Aching in memory of you.
Altering not,
loving still,
hating not,
Wishing still.
.
.
.
Ah!
Great lovers are morbidly selfish.
For in wake of my musings,
my disgusting self-pity,
oftimes, my little brother peeps.
Begging warmth, night after night,
from my stone-cold being,
quietly, he once again sleeps.
And still, I write...
Sep 27th, '08.
Listen
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If you will meet me at the beginnings of sorrowHalf-way to stubborn
affection- (Fish, as caught, as caught in water) In between the blades of
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1 year ago
1 comment:
Felt like reading this one today and by the way let you know you write my heart out!
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