i know, i know. it's been ages. clearly, i am procrastinating right now. as per usual.
anyway
vulnerable must be your specialty.
seducing me with pretty words
and things.
purple flowers in my room
i lied about where they came from
and lied about my whereabouts
when you saw me
without my clothes
on.
exposed to the
soul. i let you pour
your own into me. my sense of self
overflowed. and spilled out onto cheap tiles
you smile and my heart cracks
as i wonder how
i'm going to let you go.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
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is this auto-biographical or fictional?
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