:: Purposeful Death Overhead ::

4.22.07

I want to be in love. If only you know how much.
I regret everthing, you, every fucking moment
because I woke up this morning
You were there, sleeping - your back towards me, as always
Arms locked, I don't know what you were dreaming of
Do you dream at all? You dream of kat who wont take take you back
because you slept with me
You must dream of Ellie because it was 4.20 two days ago and though
the date had nothing to do with it, it was a year ago she jumped under a train
and you were at school with me, listless and lifeless, because you were supposed to go home
that weekend and see her.
I forgot, you don't dream, you sleep like a child with no worries, no fears
but I'm here
and I worry, I cry
I'm a woman, how odd that must seem,
but I am and I worry
and nuzzle the back of your neck as I sleep
because I wanted to love you this morning.

I wanted to love you this morning.
You stirred, and I was awake to see your flutter your eyes
I saw glinters of blue.
You jumped out of bed to go shower this morning
after I sleeply told you you'd still smelled of the Axe you put on for me late last night.
( I didn't even ask!)

I lay there, decided to go.
Whores aren't allowed to stay past 12 0' clock anyway.

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