Sunday, November 25, 2012

See, I wrote this poem in my own spinal fluid. I put it on the backbone of a white flag so before you read it you’ll already know that I’ve given up. I’ll just keep you here. Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story, pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation so I remember you beautiful with amazing underneath your wings and an orchid smile, you gorgeous earthquake. You cracked hour glass with sand spilling from behind your ribs, you wasted my time.

How dare you linger on my lips and then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth. I still remember you like a dream, tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory but some days… I wonder if you even existed at all.

And of course, you wanna know how I got these scars.
I got these scars the day I fell in love with you.
I landed face first.
 -
omgsh rudy francisco, JUST AMAZING.

I got home tonight and someone is sleeping in my bed.  I feel like one of the three bears. 

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