the secret language of crickets

Saturday, October 11, 2008

oh darling i know what you're going through

"You’re like a fire fly, a spark, a glow, a match in the darkness. And I will go wherever the light takes me. "

moth wing skin.
fall to pieces beneath your fingertips.
the only converstations that matter are the ones between
your hands and someone elses skin.
i was born for the small of your back.
the headlights illuminated the veins threaded beneath
the paleness of your skin
caught the light and exploded into viole(n)t color.
the only ones who want to burn out quietly in the night are the tired and defeated.
i've still got the spark in my veins to keep me warm
now that you're not here putting out cigarettes on my lungs.
did you hide his bones beneath your floorboards
the walls have ears thet lean in to listen

dream to remember, sleep to forget.
here's to no more promises.
to not giving a fuck.
to watching the blood wash down the drain

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