I’m certain that neither one of us
know the other
and what I did know of you
I have most likely forgotten
I can’t recall the way you kissed
or what your hands felt like upon my skin
or whether I asked you to dance
or you asked me
it was so long ago
25 years give or take
and now we are both
nearly totally different people
after scars have formed on our hearts
so what are we to do
do we go our separate ways
once again
or do we try to recall
what brought us together in the first place
Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.
i've choked on my words for far too long
It's not the length of life, but the depth.
This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
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God, you are SO good at this! Seriously!!!
Thanks dear!! I really appreciate you reading!