Genel Yönetici GERGE Mesaj tarihi: Eylül 4, 2007 Genel Yönetici Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Eylül 4, 2007 i my apology drowns in your facetious exuberance. waving truth down with a wicker finger. an eye brow raised, hazed by a adolescent silence, where I, burning with need and trust and hate, bleed ... near the center of your torn feet. this is calamity. my grin, slippery, and shinny but sickening at the same time. speaking in screaming matches. in the end we are standing on opposite sides of a thin wall; like glistening ghosts who can't reach out and touch each other. like lovers, in-love with their naked shells. ii just to reach out to you is the deepest connection that I've felt ... scratching at the thick surfaces of surrender. iii I wake up in the night - body hot with sweat and dream-pleasure -on the floor - kneeling - knees burned from the rug - and my head is in my hands - sobbing - writing a letter to you. words flourish in a stagnant bloom; I wait for the look on your face when you read it. I dream about the contorted shape your face will take when I let all of the love lean out of you; like a shadow eclipsing itself. iv aftermath: I am not beloved. special. needed. I am not favorite. only. I cannot be all things to. view of me is a one-sided one, while I look to from all angles. Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
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