Do I write you
Do I tell you
Do I miss you
Or
Do I just leave
Open the windows and air it all out
The smell of deceit
A lingering smoke of desire
I have no fear of darkness
As it encompasses me as a warm blanket
Like your love once did
Till the light
Bathing in the brightest darkness
You are weirdest thing
I don’t even know you
But every morning I wake with you
And every eve we wish our nights
Who are you mystery
Who are you Edie Sedgwick
?
All i had for your love
was a cure
so much stronger
so much more flesh
a grander frame
but the weakest of hearts
and a disillusioned idea
of how i can love thy
all another city
another time
place
she lays not here
not anymore
no more forever
without her
She turned 29
And away from me.
Anything to eat he asks,
I haven’t opened the fridge wider than a beer can since she left.
Am i truly that forgiving
or
just the purest masochist
Tomorrow,
Coffee,
Bed,
Bukowski,
A mourning off of sorts.
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