Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Day 474:

some mornings i write you into my dreams
carve out your name into my skin
try to remember
the things i promised you i'd forget my morning
to make our parting easy
we scratched the inside of eachothers tongues
left our mark in bitter tastes
regrets like butter
turn our skin soft
wanting to hold on
but cannot
not to anything solid
not to anything like you

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