May 2012
21 posts
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The day I said,"I love you"
She said “I need to be alone.”
And the worm dug deeper, curling into
A nodule that lurks at the base of my spine it
Splinters my bones into spores that coat
Each atom in an atmosphere of pus
I’m sick for wanting us. I’m sick
For every lick of lust you frowned at every
Day you were too depressed and I
Too weak to stop loving you.
Do it again.
My last shred of self...
