Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Either way Ill break your heart anyway.You dont survive in mebecause of memories.Nor are you minebecause of a lonely longings strength.What does make you present is the ardent detour that a slow tenderness traces in my blood.I do not need to see you appearbeing born sufficed for meto lose you a little less.Parts of me wished that you would have just infinitely disappeared. So in my head, you'd always be my perfect what-if. A possible ambiguity I could always wrap myself around. But each time you came back, more tainted than before, my obsession and desire burned out.You never really wanted me, and neither did I.