I'm the remnant.
I'm the warm wet sand that the waves of his fingers kissed at high tide and then slowly withdrew to an eternal low tide leaving me by the shore like a breathless lagoon of brine. And now, as i recall his face, i do so without thinking of him, because that's how you witness tragedies, and he was, for that matter, the greatest accident of my life that left me amputated of the will to love and the desire to be loved.
My heart alight like a fortress at midnight. I can never dare to let the draw-bridge down to let love re-enter me like another messenger lost in time. The messenger who speaks of peace and holds a war beneath his helm. We don't speak of love here
I vanish into my prose as i hijack speech and hold words as a hostage in my mouth....play and replay. Yet i can't frame the words 'i' 'love' and 'you' in the same sentence....nevermore
I'm the warm wet sand that the waves of his fingers kissed at high tide and then slowly withdrew to an eternal low tide leaving me by the shore like a breathless lagoon of brine. And now, as i recall his face, i do so without thinking of him, because that's how you witness tragedies, and he was, for that matter, the greatest accident of my life that left me amputated of the will to love and the desire to be loved.
My heart alight like a fortress at midnight. I can never dare to let the draw-bridge down to let love re-enter me like another messenger lost in time. The messenger who speaks of peace and holds a war beneath his helm. We don't speak of love here
I vanish into my prose as i hijack speech and hold words as a hostage in my mouth....play and replay. Yet i can't frame the words 'i' 'love' and 'you' in the same sentence....nevermore
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