I wanted wanted wanted
you
and now I'm
starting starting starting
over
sangria in a plastic cup
and wine soaked fruit
on a summer day
are breathing life
back into my cheeks
and arranging tears
like numbers on my skin
you cracked the code once
and I wish
and want
for you to be the one
to someday break my paralysis
despite how
irrational and illogical
that dream may now be.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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1 comment:
I'm a fool, but I feel exactly the same.
And your poetry is beautiful, so beautiful..
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