you flowed like the river;
you ran through everything
everything ran through you
so fearless and violent and ravaging
and peaceful
it was so simple
in all its complexities.
you spoke like if every word had a shape
a measure,
each one, a circle so perfect
words not meant to be felt
but instead
to be touched
caressed and held.
now the long night hours tell
of a stead so changed
there is a half-step lost
trampled in between all the somewheres
and the nowheres
no more musings of a hand to clasp
or a back to hold against your chest
half-afraid in realizing
how much easier it was
to write over a broken heart.
September 16, 2011
08:23m - 09:07am
spilled onto The Brand New Hardcores
no eraser,
upstairs @NotSunset5
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