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Posted by emily on June 19, 1999 at 12:17:28:
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1. I drilled into your skull the notion that I couldn’t live without you, to make you fear leaving like a death warrant. And I know now I was lying all those times. I said life minus your glittery face was hopeless, but I’m getting off on living now not waiting for your phonecall so you can pencil me in your schedule for next month. And I’m angry. Fuckyes I’m angry. You left me.. you left me bloody and screaming. You left me. And walking out the door you tripped over the IV tube. So I stood up and slipped it back in. But, funny part is, you’ll never leave your wheelchair… 2. On the rebound, spinning tiptoeing on the rim on the reel With a magnifying glass And a fishing net with a love too true to have and a truth too manic to love Because from night unfurling to morning, her lips were my secrecy and mattress And with the tide of evening I stained him with my sore body Walking down the wooden planks with ominous nails and slabs missing in action the life fled from my shadow and I thought How EverPresent Saltwater coating my arms like a second skin I taste the air and Anxiety sits restless on my tongue I walked to the edge of the pier, cautious with every step and breath as Always and wrapped my toes around The warped pinnacle of Finality I had reached the End and eyes on stalks and blades for nails I Turned And was too Afraid to Move. 3. we’re both tiptoeing around the sexy truth you’re in the shower now and I’m sitting at this cold computer wondering… why last night had to end. why time takes it’s toll on the beautiful b/c I could swear I felt each minute slow with the lull of your tongue, and your skin that warmed my cold fingers I didn’t know how we would look to each other the next morning but you left to drink coffee on the couch and I woke up to look at myself. I pocketed last night, breaking off half to give to you I think you slid it in your hair It’s my new favorite piece of jewelry And now we go to see our boyfriends Or not see, though they are right there To stand in front of and fidget with our hands behind our backs B/c the world we shared is beating somewhere deep.
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