all the kings horses and all the kings men
2010-06-09 | 5:49 p.m.
Well.
It was like reaching out for a person
and running face first into a wall.
I went in there to say I was in love.
But hurl my still-beating heart at a brick altar, i will not.
so i left with tears in my eyes
and a metaphorically bloody nose.
went back briefly for peace
(how scandinavian of me)
and for an embrace.
he walked out and built himself around me
and crumbled down.
disillusionment and abandonment
through physical contact
can be an overwhelmingly strange thing.
is this the calm before?
the eye?
or are the passing gales my reward...
atleast he knows i'm alive.
atleast i know he's dead.
work on your management skills
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