We find out
at the same time
that you've been sharing
painful silences
with someone else.

It is not cute or
amusing;
it is messy
and my confusion only escalates
as we find ourselves on
the same team
again.
Frankie gets you while, still,
I get nothing.

I'm singing Jenny Owens Young like I mean it,
like I've never meant anything else in my life.
"What the fuck was I thinking?"

08/02/2008

Author's Note: "love grows in me like a tumor/parasite bent on devouring its host/i'm developing my sense of humor/til i can laugh at my heart between your teeth/til i can laugh at my face beneath your feet"

Posted on 08/02/2008
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