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He's Gone
he's gone...
And my teeth ridden finger nails scratch to this nervous beat. My skin peals from the overly extrovertive sun selfishly taking the light from my eyes. But he touched my skin so gently when we lying in grains of sand. Cigarettes put to death near the children- what a heroic move to save an organ that is not your own.
The water always wishes to drown me- so i sit near the foam- catch me if you can. Too much skin...not enough- but i'll watch you smile just to pass the time and maybe our skin will touch later.
My fist isn't used to being loose near you; fingers comfortable weaved between your knuckes- which rings are whose? Deal with the engine growling as it speeds away- it's an arms-crossed kind of tough. It's a forget to blink kind of act. Missing you isn't an option on broadway. I could think of someone else while looking at the stars if i really wanted to!
Convince your own feelings of dismissal because "bullshit" is just one way that you won't get me to admit heart over brain. I will not love until i choose to love. I will not hate until i choose to hate. But control over this pen is impossible because ink spills faster than my hand moves. The gum exploring the gap between my tongue and tooth is the only thing keeping me calm...but it tastes terrible. You're the first person who I haven't been able to erase through a long stretch of road or bloody knuckles kissing a punching bag. The longest bubble bath can't wash you off of my skin and i've learned that with every hello comes a goodbye. Your imperminency intruiges me and reading you turns to brailled- feeling each word as code impossible to break.
If i'm supposidly this strong than why do i continue to wait? Wait for that damn car to turn around because i want to be worth the off-roading and change of plans. Whose cause am i fighting for? Untouchable stubborness that controls my decisions of doubt.
Slow down memories- good or bad I don't want either! Natural happenings of big scientific names for regret. But i'm all about being happily ever after if you are...but it's okay if you choose to make me a vague memory of the past. Just don't slam the door when you leave- i'll need something to block me from the next leaver.
They say that a lions back must be rubbed but maybe it's easier for you to call on another ten fingers- after all mine are teeth ridden...
what a good story after a very long time.. I really read it again and again and enjoyed and was feeling if my sweet friend is making own dream like life to omit and there is me with my face... loved it.. I have commented to most of your work..and have been in touched but you ignored ... maybe my poetry dont deserve your words... best of luck good friend..