Saturday, August 11, 2007

she is sure (no i am not)

feel fucking ill and darty. evacuate! evacuate! i want all the words on my skin, right NOW. i need the clarity of movement, the blindness of travel.

one word and we're back where we started. i can swear anything off for a few days, forget my vows until i hear my name, collapse back into you. i'm losing my grip on the structure of sanity. this all feels like an experiment that shouldn't have gone on this long.

i can stay here forever. but i want you to ask me to leave. okay?


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