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Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I had thought once my need to feel appreciated was satisfied, it would be over.
Apparently, like with most other things, I was wrong,or at least, not entirely right.
The poetry gets better with my absence and I miss the clumsy sentences.
I don't even know what I'm ranting on about right now, if this can be called a rant. All I know is there is electricity in these veins because of my new addiction- coffee.
I love and I know I'm counting the seconds till I hear the quiet shatter in my chest echo throughout this vessel of a body.
The sound that is made when a heart breaks.
With some people, it is a whisper that flutters in and out and they don't realise they have been broken. Broken in. Or Broken. Either way, they live on in ignorance.
With others, it clangs and hammers, reverberates and everyone knows and hears, the disquieting sadness which follows.
With myself... With myself... With you...
We breathe into each other's mouths and kill our spirits off.
One by one.
I don't know who to blame or if there really is anyone to blame for this painful rite of initiation.
We will be happy,baby.
We must be happy.
Apparently, like with most other things, I was wrong,or at least, not entirely right.
The poetry gets better with my absence and I miss the clumsy sentences.
I don't even know what I'm ranting on about right now, if this can be called a rant. All I know is there is electricity in these veins because of my new addiction- coffee.
I love and I know I'm counting the seconds till I hear the quiet shatter in my chest echo throughout this vessel of a body.
The sound that is made when a heart breaks.
With some people, it is a whisper that flutters in and out and they don't realise they have been broken. Broken in. Or Broken. Either way, they live on in ignorance.
With others, it clangs and hammers, reverberates and everyone knows and hears, the disquieting sadness which follows.
With myself... With myself... With you...
We breathe into each other's mouths and kill our spirits off.
One by one.
I don't know who to blame or if there really is anyone to blame for this painful rite of initiation.
We will be happy,baby.
We must be happy.
She Is Electric X 10:45:00 AM