Fairytale gone rag

You have the mind of a 25 year old savant, the body of  a 17 year old prom queen and the attitude of a 20 year old model.

I look old, used and wasted. My hands are dried, my skin is flask. I no longer dress up. I put on ripped socks. A ship. I want my age, my age.

Uneasy

You are the most fucked up person I have ever met. Like, inside.

But somehow that only makes me want to love you even more.

This is a picture I did not take of us

This is a picture I did not take of us, overwhelming September, I’m explaining to you that every time a leaf falls, someone must be daydreaming of you

This is a picture I did not take of us, my mascara bleeding in the parking lot, like a statue of grief, your steps moving forward in atonement

This is a picture I did not take of us, standing on the edge between shouting and crying, between laughter and disaster, empty heartbeats in a Hurricane

This is a picture I did not take of you and me, fighting the last world war in our little room at 3rd floor

For all the merry pictures I’ve taken, see Facebook.

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Choice

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These open doors

Să scriem:

În prezent, nimic

Încoace, nimic

În torace, nimic

În pământ

în tălpi,

în ramuri şi poduri, şi larguri

nimic

Răscoleşte prin mine

Poate găseşti un loc

În care nu-i arid

Nu-i frig

Nu-s morţi

Nu-s vii

Nu-s stafii

credinţe, frici şi alte biruinţe,

şi nimeni nu şi-a aşternut să doarmă ani lungi fără preaviz.