pk.
Bluelighter
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- Oct 23, 2011
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this otherness
this impossiblity
the self-expression
the cold nights.
the not eating for days on end,
bones protruding through flesh.
the withdrawal from society
the litres of alcohol
the milligrams of ecstacy;
measurements of something
unmeasurable.
this destiny,
this life other than life
this heart in my hand
those words, with those feelings
that midnight waiting
that taxi ride home
that Winter.
this ring, with that stone
that price
your price
your past,
that childhood
my regret.
your friend,
my friend
hate.
indifference.
your dad
and your mum.
your future,
your favourite magazine,
those flowers
your ex.
the park in Spring,
holding your hand.
those eyes,
no longer the same,
those eyes
looking at the table
like a wilted flower:
we both know
the dream is over
but we don't say anything
eventually, though
you walk away.
this impossiblity
the self-expression
the cold nights.
the not eating for days on end,
bones protruding through flesh.
the withdrawal from society
the litres of alcohol
the milligrams of ecstacy;
measurements of something
unmeasurable.
this destiny,
this life other than life
this heart in my hand
those words, with those feelings
that midnight waiting
that taxi ride home
that Winter.
this ring, with that stone
that price
your price
your past,
that childhood
my regret.
your friend,
my friend
hate.
indifference.
your dad
and your mum.
your future,
your favourite magazine,
those flowers
your ex.
the park in Spring,
holding your hand.
those eyes,
no longer the same,
those eyes
looking at the table
like a wilted flower:
we both know
the dream is over
but we don't say anything
eventually, though
you walk away.
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