This seam is splitting, torn apart.
Lacerations from the thoughts of you.
Choking me, your words shoved down my throat.
And I'm still bleeding from our first kiss.
The taste so painful I'm forced to clench my fists.
Every time you turn around, you'll feel my presence.
And when you glance up at the stars, everyone will be crashing down on you.
You'll see me, the sky, calling out your name.
And yet for some reason, I still absent mindedly come back for more.
Maybe someday I'll realize that this storm will someday pass me by.
wow. that was really powerful ren.
ReplyDeleteif it is what i think it is about, sometimes you need to learn to let go, move on. through it out to the universe, you know?
you are worth so much more.
Thank you Mommy!
ReplyDeleteI mean every word of that.
ReplyDeleteI will let you know about dinner next week okay? Where would you like to go?
Anywhere is usually good for me, what would you be in the mood for?
ReplyDeleteI've been in the mood for Indian lately...I know the place down the street used to have a buffet on Wednesdays...but I can't remember if you like Indian or not?
ReplyDeleteOr the chinese buffet, if that is still open, over by Walmart.
How about you?
I'm not much of an Indian food person, and Chinese just doesn't interest me anymore. Mexican is good, or something cheap and easy is good too. Panera has yummy soups and sandwiches.
ReplyDeleteIts up to you!
oh. panera.
ReplyDeletethat's a thought.
Lol. Its up to you Mom!
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