we weep
together
you and i
oughtn't
we be
satisfied
i have left
behind the
blackened spoon
and you
will have your
doctor soon
so why
then
are we sad
we lay
apart the
two of us
we pray to
die and
drink and cuss
when all these things
seem so good
why then do
we feel so bad
Same blog: third name- I can't help myself. Same kind of stuff; a little poetry, a little prose, a little drunkalogue. Some adult themes, and language. Good Times.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
I Don't Need You
I don't need you
to love me.
I just want
(to love)
you.
I want to be
the sun shining
on your face,
the rain that
traces your
cheek
while you
dance,
spinning in
warmest
spring downpour,
laughing.
I don't want
to swim in
your passion.
I would drown
in your soul,
arms weak- chest bursting.
I don't need
you to love me,
I just need you
to let me love
you.
to love me.
I just want
(to love)
you.
I want to be
the sun shining
on your face,
the rain that
traces your
cheek
while you
dance,
spinning in
warmest
spring downpour,
laughing.
I don't want
to swim in
your passion.
I would drown
in your soul,
arms weak- chest bursting.
I don't need
you to love me,
to let me love
you.
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