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Thursday, June 11, 2009
11:44 AM ; parables.
I told you.
parables flutter from my lips
something about a rabbit needing to fuck
so you piece fragmented truths together
and hurt clouds your eyes
a formerly angelic demeanor
becomes overcast

and you pull my hair
lay fury into my face
eyes turn black,
usually expressive orbs
only showcasing sorrow

I told you
that I laid between sheets
of shame and sweat
now I wear remorse on my flesh

"he loves me"
I told you
and I love him
now heartsick
I reveal promises I made you
from a vodka bottle
invalid.

you have evolved into
too many former loves
too many angry fists
rain hail showers across my jaw
you have become too much to bare
I’m sorry.
I loved you.

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