Friday, May 17, 2013
safe in our atrophy
"i ruined you", you said
i was drunk again, and it sounded trite.
fermented on our bed we bought together
with our last dime, i remember
fights and times we stayed up all night
trying to make sense of our persistance
yet i still tried to write
except i didnt.
and i dont know why
maybe our stubbornness kept me floored
tummies filled and needed more,
(did you say that you scored?)
together in our atrophy
you gave me more, like i was aching to be cured
of your affliction, our addiction
it all started with being bored.
an emotional night
and then i cant write
i stare at these pages
wishing they would become something more
i havent written in forever, or felt like
my words matter
or anything did
it means nothing
anymore
and then i cant write
i stare at these pages
wishing they would become something more
i havent written in forever, or felt like
my words matter
or anything did
it means nothing
anymore
would it be weird if we slept together
one night away in a hotel but not trashy
it would be non-smoking and still
maybe even have separate beds
that we could push together and it
would still be friendly and nonromantic
but still we could hold hands until we fell
asleep because that's really all i want.
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