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it's called falling in love but it's more like the sudden stop at the bottom the organ-jarring slam into frigid water turned concrete turned freeway leading to the purest pain and immaculate agony of vulnerable viscera and exhumed faith and aren't i still a believer when i spout blasphemy like gagging bile choking out your breath erudite acidity of alacrity from verbose confession and didn't you warn me of your limited vocabulary when words have always been my companion how can you take their place if you've never wrestled an angel like Jacob to steal a word from beyond this holy of holies grasping and groping mute in darkness still wet behind the ears i still don't have the words to quell your fear of that one that lingers on the tip of my tongue threatening to jump out and betray my cover but you always see right through me surgically slicing to the heart of the matter how is it not written all over my face when i've tattooed it across the back of my eyelids so i never can escape your face who needs a sun when in my core you've ignited my own fission reactor whose critical mass is a capacity to love and be loved that you found splattered on a highway emotional roadkill carrion long left to rot in the baking sun but who else would feed the raven? the loneliness that gnaws at me persistently he'll never love you like that like a three day weekend and i'll never be like them changing costumes more than a washed up Vegas showgirl as used as my bones and as looked at as my naked body people don't change though you'll never admit it until there is already spaghetti on the wall a broken dinner plate and a shatter that reverberates into my past and future they're all the same after all but i think if i hadn't met you if i hadn't loved you i'd never know the weight of four letters to grind me to dust.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
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it's called falling in love but it's more like the sudden stop at the bottom the organ-jarring slam into frigid water turned concrete turned freeway leading to the purest pain and immaculate agony of vulnerable viscera and exhumed faith and aren't i still a believer when i spout blasphemy like gagging bile choking out your breath erudite acidity of alacrity from verbose confession and didn't you warn me of your limited vocabulary when words have always been my companion how can you take their place if you've never wrestled an angel like Jacob to steal a word from beyond this holy of holies grasping and groping mute in darkness still wet behind the ears i still don't have the words to quell your fear of that one that lingers on the tip of my tongue threatening to jump out and betray my cover but you always see right through me surgically slicing to the heart of the matter how is it not written all over my face when i've tattooed it across the back of my eyelids so i never can escape your face who needs a sun when in my core you've ignited my own fission reactor whose critical mass is a capacity to love and be loved that you found splattered on a highway emotional roadkill carrion long left to rot in the baking sun but who else would feed the raven? the loneliness that gnaws at me persistently he'll never love you like that like a three day weekend and i'll never be like them changing costumes more than a washed up Vegas showgirl as used as my bones and as looked at as my naked body people don't change though you'll never admit it until there is already spaghetti on the wall a broken dinner plate and a shatter that reverberates into my past and future they're all the same after all but i think if i hadn't met you if i hadn't loved you i'd never know the weight of four letters to grind me to dust.
letters to you i'll never send
km-ramsey
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
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