Your words fill a void.
Your body, a space.
No they were not mine for the taking. For the filling.
Stolen
No honor amongst thieves.
I am one.
Loving your words
I drink them, absorb them, dissect them. No negligence.
I'm soaked in them.Choke on them
And they are no more.
Disappearing literacy not meant for the masses
But for her.
To be her.
To have words for me. A smile for me. A disgust for me.
As long as it was for me.
Selfishness created from your selflessness.
You are no saint and I will still elevate you high above the regurgitated ooze.
Belong to no one, no posession.
Be you
Be me
Be us.
Not love. Not lust.
An inbetween space.
Understanding?
Longing for the same reasoning
Yet never finding it in eachother.
Have you words for that?
Paint a picture with that drab meaningless ink & I'll fill it in with damp, dark color.
I know you.
I accept you.
Keep you.
Give a little?
Fill me?
No more words. Not mine.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
Your words fill a void.
Your body, a space.
No they were not mine for the taking. For the filling.
Stolen
No honor amongst thieves.
I am one.
Loving your words
I drink them, absorb them, dissect them. No negligence.
I'm soaked in them.Choke on them
And they are no more.
Disappearing literacy not meant for the masses
But for her.
To be her.
To have words for me. A smile for me. A disgust for me.
As long as it was for me.
Selfishness created from your selflessness.
You are no saint and I will still elevate you high above the regurgitated ooze.
Belong to no one, no posession.
Be you
Be me
Be us.
Not love. Not lust.
An inbetween space.
Understanding?
Longing for the same reasoning
Yet never finding it in eachother.
Have you words for that?
Paint a picture with that drab meaningless ink & I'll fill it in with damp, dark color.
I know you.
I accept you.
Keep you.
Give a little?
Fill me?
No more words. Not mine.
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