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Nov 12, 2009 16:21

I smile with my lips pressed against his, mumbling through the miniscule vacant spaces that separate our bodies, "today is the last day I'll ever see you, realistically, and it's three months to the day that I first spoke to you." The reserved sadness he tries so desperately to mask contaminates his words as he whispers that he'll miss me. Pulling ( Read more... )

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lovemedeath November 13 2009, 19:55:54 UTC

I've found the answer, but I haven't found the pieces I am missing that would allow me to belong to a place or person.

Thank you darling.

thursdayfoxes November 12 2009, 22:40:59 UTC

I want desperately to know what you look like, so I can place a face with such heartbreaking, beautiful words.

home is where the heart is, sweet. where is your heart?

lovemedeath November 13 2009, 19:53:07 UTC

I suppose my physical appearance mimics my words. Maybe it's all this beauty that I can't see that brings such heartache.

Such a simple idea, home is where my heart is...but the idea that I have a home or a heart perplexes me. I detached myself from the idea of home so long ago, perhaps that's when I lost the ability to dig my heart out of the cave of my chest and place it safely within someone else. My heart has been crumbling for so many years, it's scattered in every direction, my home is everywhere and nowhere.

Thank you. <3