December 3, 2011

  • 31

    I tired of our dance and stopped taking one step back for each advance.
    You came close, close enough for my layers to melt into your embrace.
    But I'm always right. I'll never be who I need to be.
    I dared to defy, to hope in the heart of my heart at the least, I could be.
    But of course, I'm always right.
    I wake up cold, sleeping away sunlight in my bed of assurance--I will never be enough.

    You melted my layers, but I can grow more
    and live off a lone body's heat.
    I've never been so stupid as with you in this depraved war,
    but there might still be time for retreat.

    I played with fire and loved the burn.
    Now, I must retreat.

    Adieu, my desire.

Comments (2)

  • One of our species greatest fears, and reduntant acts..not nearly to that of the rooster every morning, but too close to it.

    I really loved your intro..brought me right in.

  • its nice to be swept up but one should know where the trap door is when the curtain falls

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