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You lie in the bottom of an inkwell

Beneath my pen, raped by the

Incoherence of a forgotten exhale

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Solidifying like calcium carbonate

In the roof of my mouth. I could never

Say the words to unbind your pain

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Every time you cross a room my heart

Follows trapped inside your barbed-wire

Shadow, every step taken, a deeper red

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My soul is held together by hypergraphia

And the anamnesis of your mouth swinging

Sideways like a welcoming door. In the days

When there was still hope of consummation

My uncensored dreams never ended badly

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Those unspoken words drip through veins

Ironed and painted white, those journals

Where we die nightly, futile in retrospect

But I really did love you, just so you know

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(Going through a bit of a rough phase I am trying very hard to tap into my current emotions. Usually I write about experiences years passed, the whole added perspective thing is very useful to me since I tend to get overwhelmed easily. I also have a lot of trouble identifying and sorting the fresh emotions.)

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14 thoughts on “Retrospect

  1. The distance and separation is hard to endure! you expressed it well!
    Hop over and read my 55 for Gman,, I am up against something similar-

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