encounters on rooftops, secrets and staircases
desirous, uncomfortable, anxious
the need for pleasure once supreme
the painful loss of goodbye unbearable
pleasure and pain are always so serious
and that afternoon of unspeakable silence
when the truth was we never really cared enough
now any details are too fragmented
beginning stories and falling silent
knowing the right words may not be enough
doomed to a lifetime in the shadows
stop waiting for me by the window
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
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3 thoughts:
that last line punches! stop, but really, don't... please don't.
This makes me uncomfortable. Like I want to run away and not look back. It must have been painful to write.
This one hurt. I think because of the knowledge of "the truth was we never really cared enough". A two edged sword....
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