I don't want to feel anymore. I fill this vessel because I am empty. It might bring forth images of a terribly interesting life, but, really, it isn't. There are no great loves, no great romances, no trials or meetings at midnight. It's simply someone at their computer, who works as much as they can, running with their fingers and legs and arms in the hopes of outpacing this great cavernous emptiness.
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December 22, 2010
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After all this time, all the shape of change wrought by time and identity, nothing seems to have changed between us. We still dance the same dance; every hair on my body still stands up when we tangle together and you whisper my name in my ear. And you still do it because it because it gives you power. I don't mind.
You are still the most beautiful, the most desirable. I wish with every part of my being that you had wanted to be with someone like me. You didn't, though, and you are happy now. This is, into itself, good, but it is a hard thing to draw solace from.
My god but do I want to fuck you. Probably not as much as some, but enough to be significantly destabilising.
Of you, there is nothing to say.
December 13, 2010
I'm So Tired
Bereft of elegant pacing,
I just wish that when I slept,
I actually slept.
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