you left me on a warm day in November, when the sun was icy and the clouds resembled falling
snowflakes, suspended in the same disbelief that I was. I had a sudden rush of recognition that the
long red thread that anchored our bed had broken and there was nothing more keeping you here than
the ghosts of a kiss that once held the world. I tried to hold you, to warn you of the damage you were
wreaking on my leaking soul, when you spit me out onto the sidewalk and lulled me with
kind words until you were far enough away to run. I won’t ever forget your soft-shelled whispers. I
won’t ever forget your pricked-finger touch. I can’t ever forget your deep-ocean kiss. I can’t ever
forget your fairy tale. I can’t ever forget our mutual thinly veiled neglect. your moan is all that kept
me awake during the draught. please don’t let me go.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
you left me on a warm day in November, when the sun was icy and the clouds resembled falling
snowflakes, suspended in the same disbelief that I was. I had a sudden rush of recognition that the
long red thread that anchored our bed had broken and there was nothing more keeping you here than
the ghosts of a kiss that once held the world. I tried to hold you, to warn you of the damage you were
wreaking on my leaking soul, when you spit me out onto the sidewalk and lulled me with
kind words until you were far enough away to run. I won’t ever forget your soft-shelled whispers. I
won’t ever forget your pricked-finger touch. I can’t ever forget your deep-ocean kiss. I can’t ever
forget your fairy tale. I can’t ever forget our mutual thinly veiled neglect. your moan is all that kept
me awake during the draught. please don’t let me go.
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