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Not quite love

Contributed by Cathartic on Tuesday, 19th May 2015 @ 07:58:23 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

Iíve been trying to tell you this for a week now, but, I am not the one. Go, before itís too late to stay gone. My shadow has grown jealous of the time we spend at 2am on Saturday nights. Not during but always after. Us. Tangled and listening to Nina. You. Exhaling smoke into the darkness. Me. Frantically looking all over my schedule promising to find time to lose the ďusĒ. How am I both of these women? One who is pathetically desperate for your fingertips and another who screams for you to stop touching her so loudly. My shadow follows me around all day, materializing at night. Sometimes it has my face, sometimes it has yours but mostly, these days, it has his. Once in awhile, it lies down in bed with me, facing me with his eyes set to intensity. It tells me in his voice, ďRemember when everything was going to ***** but you were happy? Like that night in May spent sitting on the trunk of my car underneath the stars. We were waiting for a meteor shower that never came, yet the whole sky seemed dedicated to us.Ē And just when I begin to play with the memories, my shadow shape-shifts, laughing at how I canít seem to let go. Holding the memories over my head, taunting me as I jump and fail repeatedly at grabbing them. I feel incapable of anything but I swear Iíd go to war with myself over him again. Except the thing about civil wars, is win or lose, your hearts always a causality. I struggle for something concrete in my array of mass contradictions. So I begin this routine with you. You, Nina, the smell of smoke, and promises I canít keepÖ somewhere between a woman who desperately longs to be touched and one whoís forgotten how.

Copyright © Cathartic ... [ 2015-05-19 19:58:23]
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Re: Not quite love (User Rating: 1 )
by thezenmonkey on Saturday, 23rd May 2015 @ 09:27:20 AM AEST
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you sound like me on a bad comedown
your obviously a very complicated person and you express yourself beautifully.

truth is everybody you ever meet is gonna hurt you everybody is gonna make you suffer, its only a matter of time, the trick is to find someone worth suffering for.

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