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We lay in a stillness, our eyes no longer our own. The heat of summer was at our skin. I thought that I would never be able to describe it: the way your eyes flickered up and down (but always returned to mine), the way you bit your lip from time to time, the way the world seemed perfect.
I thought I would never have to.
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Batman Pen
02:34
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Sweat covered, we lay in each other’s arms. You smiled a lot then.
The first time we argued we did not argue. We smiled a lot then.
Now it is November. The world is getting cold. I am not scared with you near.
I lay awake until I heard your breath get heavy. You were in my arms all night.
Now it is December. It is cold. I am scared.
And I cannot sleep.
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7am
00:34
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My head just won’t stop fucking screaming: cries to nothing. If I could just close my eyes, I would open them somewhere new. Mo(u)rning.
I haven’t seen 7am
since God knows when.
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We got out of bed at four in the afternoon. Ten seconds later you shouted ‘Fuck!’ I did not know how to help. I did not know what was wrong. I did not know.
They say that someone wrote one hundred and fifty sonnets, to two lovers. I wrote one, to one. You couldn’t see the point.
I bet he was lonely.
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Knives have no steel like this, no taste so bitter, no, only the malice of the wielder. We will live through this I know, but for what? endless hours? pain? no taste is so bitter as this, I take a drag from my cigarette and it does nothing. I need more, I need anything – something to hold onto, something that no-one can take away – something inside, separate from you.
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I left the wine bottle out for three days, the blanket too. I would not let them move anything. I would not let them move me.
It got to midnight late, and shadows fell down upon the last supper. I would not let them move me. They could not carry me up the hill.
The house was cold, dark, dead without her breath. I would not let them move me. Thirty pieces would not be enough for that task.
I stared up at our blackness. I could not let them move me. You did.
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7. |
This is Not for You
01:13
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I do not know what month it is.
I do not know what day it is.
I know I am alive.
I will get better. For me.
I am sorry, with every breath.
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