Im so tired of reading
old poems
about you,
and the stars in your eyes,
and the way you lit my life on fire
and burned me down,
and how much I loved you,
and saw the future in your skin and bones,
and how I wanted you to wear me like clothes,
how your being created mine,
and how you shone all the time,
bioluminescent, and fine.

You broke me, boy,
but I pulled back together,
seven stitches for every one.

09/28/2009

Posted on 09/28/2009
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