Sunday, January 18, 2009

Holy Inconsistency, I Still Bare Your Shrapnel.

Written 31/10/08

"I lost him one morning to the illegal bluebells. He made a B-line for escape. I wasn't invited. As always a mere catalyst to get him to where he wanted to be. A chemical reaction to excel him in the race towards self acceptance. And the consequence, the explosion of my heart. Now in a frame upon his bedroom wall, painted blue like his eyes and his words, smooth like the underside of his forearms, high like his mind, and hard like goodbye my love, I will never forget, and that is the worst thing".

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