I wanna write about you
But I'm right about you
Conflicts with my frontal as I battle a heart that'll bleed out its cavity
And onto the floor
Still, I...
....I wanna hold you
Mold you--through the dry spells where you break and I phlebotomize
I wonder and hypothesize
Not of the realness we possess but the tests given and the ratio of pass/fail
And margin of error
...United stand
Apart fall
Fell
Failed
Fail
Wait and anticipate a ringing sensation that isn't just orgasmic
But also beautifully tragic....
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i love the first stanza! beautiful writing sis.
ReplyDeleteMal, I LOVE it. Pattern is amazing..flows effortlessly..
ReplyDeleteNice.
ReplyDeleteawesomeness... especially:
ReplyDelete"Mold you--through the dry spells where you break and I phlebotomize
I wonder and hypothesize"
bravo...