Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Day 676: whAT WHATT

My prison is a broken library
Where the knowledge cant be reached
yours
was a love tat couldnt be fought
we are two trains too close to not collide
our bodies
are the shrapnel
thats why its so hard to touch you without crying
so hard to leave you
without trying
to put things back into place
we leave shards of ourselves every time we turn around
leave
return
we are getting smaller everytime
we leave
return
less of who we were everytime
we
leave
please
return

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