Monday, March 11, 2013

the tape has worn out

eyes wide focus lightly
don't scratch the surface
lips dry moving slowly
go slow

can i see this forever?
ordinary and mundane
medicine for my heart
lightly slowly crushed

it's hard not to breathe you in
just keep the window open
open through the night
leaking everything

we'll always have goldsworthy
and water stains on coffee tables
fleeting and fading
turn off the light

it's all over me
and i don't know
what the fuck
we are doing.

when it's time, let me know.

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