poem: imperative
written: 11:03 p.m. on Tuesday, Jan. 04, 2005
ImperativeThree-hundred-and-thirty written pages later words choked to the brim and here I am again starting the process all over again. I want to give you a rose petal but I can only afford chocolates or something more neutral like...something non-romantic this age of confusion but I thought I was way past it until you came along and proved me wrong. no apologies, and red looks great on you seeing you that night, after days of wandering, lost, in a self-imposed desert made me remember why I hung on for all 330 pages, 11 months, so tightly as if letting go would send me straight into the abyss below. although... I'm probably as deluded as you are amazing and I say that because I know it's the truth. but still... I have to let this go. I stared at your bracelet sleek metal around your right wrist and I wanted to touch it my fingertips brushing against your skin and I would've... but I didn't. The truth pulled me back. The truth about us: stark, glaring, blatant: THERE IS NO US AND THERE NEVER WILL BE. I have to let this go. January 4, 2005, 12 a.m.
before sunrise // before sunset
Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017 I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010 In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010 What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010 On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010
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