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Please, do me a favor: stay out of my dreams. i'll be beneath sheets, silent. her love, even love for another was a flood through my mind at 2am. you blend, spirit to spirit, the ghost that i never catch. the hope that lingers like garlic breath. swimming the lake, it's slow-motion, it aches. it's filled with possession, money-drug manuscript and reaching out without a grip. she wears clothing, i wear internal organs on my sleeve. she wears lipstick, i wear warpaint. i melt plastic for fun. i melt into her, miles at a time. she fancied displaying naughty pictures of herself; hell, i fancied looking at them. angel wings, or what was imperfect becoming so very perfect. now she taunts me without knowing it. i wish for a long moment ago, i wish i had closed my mouth and made myself stay still. i wish 50 weeks hadn't gone by. i wish i had closed my eyes and woken up in bed after a bad dream. it was her halloween photograph, that was the moment i sat in the dark diningroom, staring, and feeling my arteries bursting through my sternum. many nightmares later i am no longer alone, and a noose in name is my favorite false memory: i electrocuted myself, three times as a child. once, using metal scissors, i severed the cord of a radio plugged into the wall. hurt like hell, my arm went numb. in the wrong place. i was released, and ran like a fool back into the trap. i wanted to be trapped by you. and NOW i have to force myself to close my mouth and stay still. every day i stay away from you is another ********* costume.
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Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 11:38 PM UTC
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Please, do me a favor: stay out of my dreams. i'll be beneath sheets, silent. her love, even love for another was a flood through my mind at 2am. you blend, spirit to spirit, the ghost that i never catch. the hope that lingers like garlic breath. swimming the lake, it's slow-motion, it aches. it's filled with possession, money-drug manuscript and reaching out without a grip. she wears clothing, i wear internal organs on my sleeve. she wears lipstick, i wear warpaint. i melt plastic for fun. i melt into her, miles at a time. she fancied displaying naughty pictures of herself; hell, i fancied looking at them. angel wings, or what was imperfect becoming so very perfect. now she taunts me without knowing it. i wish for a long moment ago, i wish i had closed my mouth and made myself stay still. i wish 50 weeks hadn't gone by. i wish i had closed my eyes and woken up in bed after a bad dream. it was her halloween photograph, that was the moment i sat in the dark diningroom, staring, and feeling my arteries bursting through my sternum. many nightmares later i am no longer alone, and a noose in name is my favorite false memory: i electrocuted myself, three times as a child. once, using metal scissors, i severed the cord of a radio plugged into the wall. hurt like hell, my arm went numb. in the wrong place. i was released, and ran like a fool back into the trap. i wanted to be trapped by you. and NOW i have to force myself to close my mouth and stay still. every day i stay away from you is another ********* costume.
wm-jones
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Dec 22, 2011
Dec 22, 2011 at 11:38 PM UTC
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