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watch the sunrise
say your goodbyes
off you go….
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Some days I want to sit down and just remember.
Some days I need to sit down and just forget.
I’m blessed with friends who help me do both.
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people tell you who they are, but we ignore it.. because we want them to be who we want them to be
— DD.
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Of all the things your body heat offers nothing beats the way I know if I close my eyes you’ll be gone by morning. You’re not mine and I’m not yours yet somehow I’ve never felt I belonged to anyone more than when you’re comfortably tangled in my sheets at 4 in the afternoon. I counted 7 glittering flecks of yellow in your olive greens eyes before they fell closed. The last time I counted 9 before you turned away and I’m amused at the thought, all that glitters fades eventually. I suppose. I know you’ll have to wait until dark to leave so no one sees, like I said you’re not mine. But would it be a surprise to anyone now? It’s sick, the kind of electricity that I feel in my bones when I watch you leave, feeling guilty you could possibly make me feel so good in the first place. Do I feel guilty, or do I just know that I should.. I push the thought out of reach. I kind of like the sting of this gypsy game you play, and I know I won’t be satisfied once you’re gone for good. because abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.
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I was still owed an explanation, I thought, but so what? What good was it going to do me? It wouldn’t have made me any happier. It was like scratching when you have chicken pox. You think it’s going to help, but the itch moves over, and then moves over again. My itch suddenly felt miles away, and I couldn’t have reached it with the longest arms in the world.
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Most people have a rope that ties them to someone, and that rope can be short or it can be long. (Be long. Belong. Get it?) You don’t know how long, though. It’s not your choice.
— A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby
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I will remember
your small room,
the feel of you,
the light in the window,
your records,
your books,
our morning coffee,
our noons, our nights,
our bodies spilled together, sleeping,
the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever.
Your leg, my leg,
your arm, my arm,
your smile and the warmth of you–
You, who made me laugh again.
your small room,
the feel of you,
the light in the window,
your records,
your books,
our morning coffee,
our noons, our nights,
our bodies spilled together, sleeping,
the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever.
Your leg, my leg,
your arm, my arm,
your smile and the warmth of you–
You, who made me laugh again.
— Charles Bukowski, “Raw With Love”
(Source: larmoyante)
