hey, beautiful--
i'm losing track.

i'll be in london soon.

¼

i still think about you, while staring at ceilings, catching the glimpse of self and severe realism in the mirror.

how long in woman lasts the flame of love,
if sight and touch do not relume it oft.

and you wondered why i never believed you when you told me that you loved me. this is love. gestures you once composed, now dead and decomposed. countless hours spent in heated embrace, now frigid and diseased. a tone that once sang, you violently silenced. you've strangled the life out of our love, and a murderer you will remain. gasping, ( Read more... )

i almost wondered why i stayed away so long, and then you reminded me.

shh. this is the best part.

say something clever.

something clever.

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