4/23/2015
Just because I think of you often
does not mean I miss you.
the plaited faint gold leaf of
the air of one in love
I know it now
I guess I can give you that credit.
"love is an illusion, and we're all going to die"
romantic verses for me
from you, a la Byron, a la Keats, a la
Kafka to Felice.
and why do you despise normalcy? I'd ask in the stuffed up German car in October brusqueness thinking of
Leaving before being left. But I can't predict the future.
Remember before you hate me
that you told me once
It was like death never existed when you loved me but
We haven't spoken in 5 months.
Are you dead?
No. You are not.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
4/23/2015
Just because I think of you often
does not mean I miss you.
the plaited faint gold leaf of
the air of one in love
I know it now
I guess I can give you that credit.
"love is an illusion, and we're all going to die"
romantic verses for me
from you, a la Byron, a la Keats, a la
Kafka to Felice.
and why do you despise normalcy? I'd ask in the stuffed up German car in October brusqueness thinking of
Leaving before being left. But I can't predict the future.
Remember before you hate me
that you told me once
It was like death never existed when you loved me but
We haven't spoken in 5 months.
Are you dead?
No. You are not.