We all read the stories in a different way.
Him on the ledge again, for the fourth year
in a row, him finding joy in the dull girls
that nod their head, him sleeping with everybody,
him sleeping with nobody, the light in the room
on, the light in the room off. The world in bloom,
the world not in bloom, what are you saying here,
it's only February, all of it should be frozen,
our hearts should not be running like rabbits,
we should not have to be told to calm down.
2 comments:
Read through your entire blog, and- with tears streaming down my face- let me just say that I feel you. I feel like I am you. They say time is going to make this all better, and I really hope they are right.
I really, really hope they are right too.
<3
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