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Not dead. Just busy. despite a bad weekend, i still am a sappy sucker. at the walker art center, minneapolis. post-road trip without the boy ramble. lunch. |
06.23.04 - 11:18 pm cold feet. I'd been thinking about you
lately and wondering if you still allow my class ring to dangle next to yours from a chain around your bedpost. It's just that I'm getting married and this is my last year of being who I am, this is my last year of keeping my name. I'd been wondering if you think of me when you lay next to her in the darkness of your room somewhere north of here, if you sometimes close your eyes while you're touching her skin and remember what touching me felt like. I hope that your memories burn their imprints into your flesh, the way the flash in your eyes did as you told me "no, i don't love you anymore." And now your soft pseudonym lights my blue screen eyes like I've just seen your ghost but I'm not to scream bloody murder. I've got to play along because I no longer know your motivations. I can't let you know how much your forgiveness means to me. I can't let you know how much you meant to me. I can't let you know how much your words still can make me die inside. ==================================== this bit goes out to my lovely exboyfriend, ryan, who has returned to my life recently after two and a half years of hating me for the many things I did to him. Hell, most of these things go out to Ryan, he's perfect fodder for my random poetic rantings. I think I'll begin referring to him as a muse rather than an ex. |