Monday, February 8, 2010

I'm "alternative"

One day my heart beats with passion
The next it waxes black
If I seem a little callous
I assure you it's just a scratch

I remember when you told me you'd been so unhappy. I tried to bring you back to me but you curled up on the other side of the bed, so I pretended to read my book. On page 22 you tried to touch my shoulder. On page 45 your ankles were wrapped around mine. I let my fingers fall onto the back of your neck and tugging gently, I smiled as you pulled me towards your side of the bed. Waking up in a tangle of warm shoulders and knotty hair. four-four-two thousand and seven.

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