The thing about love is it leaves a bitter aftertaste.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Love Letter

It feels like doom has finally found me.
It's pitch black at five in the afternoon.
It would have been a fabulous time to be lonely.
But you're here.

I loved you more when I knew I couldn't have you.
I felt more alive when you trampled on my heart.
I was singing through tears then..
Not now that you're here.

I wish you were unreachable.
I want to admire you like a photograph.
I wish your hands were not wrapped around me.
I want to be enveloped by them in my dreams.
I wish I could unmeet you.
I want my heart to tell me your name.

When I say "I love you"
Promise me you'll go away.

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