Ink drying
as my well self
realizes how much
I mean this
need this -
the weaving,
the bleeding;
the needing
dampening future happiness
each step tripped backwards;
like the sounds you hear
or feel
when there's only silence,
or truth
to settle in
with the mush
or pile
or illusion,
dream
of something that
came too soon -
things I don't need
anymore;
My tear jerking
Prince,
reaching, mmm,
a push too far
without reason
or real love
enough to
set me free -
release me
from these dark clouds
of your little,
play-dream;
plucked your last pedal;
tasmanian devil
fiddling with my grace;
How cruel have I been
in your deepness?
I want you, baby,
but I need you not
to keep this steady pace;
deeperdeeperdeeper
in not being afraid
to sleep in this empty house
we built together -
but dare I
pull myself out?
God be with you, too.
Cold and dry.
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
Ink drying
as my well self
realizes how much
I mean this
need this -
the weaving,
the bleeding;
the needing
dampening future happiness
each step tripped backwards;
like the sounds you hear
or feel
when there's only silence,
or truth
to settle in
with the mush
or pile
or illusion,
dream
of something that
came too soon -
things I don't need
anymore;
My tear jerking
Prince,
reaching, mmm,
a push too far
without reason
or real love
enough to
set me free -
release me
from these dark clouds
of your little,
play-dream;
plucked your last pedal;
tasmanian devil
fiddling with my grace;
How cruel have I been
in your deepness?
I want you, baby,
but I need you not
to keep this steady pace;
deeperdeeperdeeper
in not being afraid
to sleep in this empty house
we built together -
but dare I
pull myself out?
God be with you, too.
Cold and dry.
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