the window was open
anxiousparanoidgirl sat bedside to stranger. .
leaves rattle expression love or wanting,
the rush of seeing one whom dosen't see you.
interpol was silent,
everyonething muted by your loving hand.
bruises on leg,
scab of breaker on thumb and index finger..
all the while,
smiling in the winter.
subliminally frozen in the patches of heat that dance like we do.
i really felt someoneperson was watching me,
thinking i was a dollface or a
sick child,
perhaps wondering if i needed their attention
..
and once in awhile,
I see the legend in your face and when
you kiss me open-mouthed i do feel
like we are two believers praying on our knees..
appreciating what we have,
begging for another blessing.
or perhaps two of the young fallen asleep..
content in the quilt of rushing images called dreams,
maybe we are them.. or the flashes of
somerealthing other than who.we.were this particular night..
patterns of people on the streets
are painted onto my lips with
one fatal swoop & it will
all be fine
very
very
soon
..
the owl has been finishing my sentences lately,
and the voices do sound like
youinsideofme is trying to come about..
when i pull my face vintage,
the bones do crack upon eachother saying
"advice can be fatal for another somebody like you."
Fortune cookie is tearing apart the body of her
with words we all expected once the curtain dropped
)perhaps expected due to the rate at which that(curtain fell
the girl hurried things along as a drunk
urging for the last goodfornothing drop of something
at the edge of the bottle screaming,
'fall, sweet sailor'[into(my)mouth(a)convulsion]
the shock being
I can close my eyes and walk myself off to
where I can be found sleeping in an
unWAKEable state of mind..
hands at my side, still reaching
at the darling thought of waking beside him,
once at least my love.
straight line a dotted path,
walk your tired eyes room to room..
begging pills insomnia.
coins rattle expression love or wanting,
the rush of repeating ones words is
unbearable to the point where we could be
exploding anywhere/Now
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