Friday, March 12, 2010

We Used To Shine

Imprinted on every surface, skeletons on velvet.
They steal sleep.
They steal peace.
They whisper.
You don't know what's wrong.
You don't know what love is.
You don't know. Do you.
Slow.
Steady.
Subtle.
Drip. By drip. Drip. Drip. Dripdripdrip.
Where'd I go?
Lost. Not empty.
Yet...
Just lost. Scrambled.

You're my best friend. My compass.
I'm scared.

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