windows
12.07.2017
sideways.
that’s the way it’s coming
in the bedroom window
and the fabric is stained
grey to black.
i lay myself down.
i watch the torrential
downpour, and i think
of you. cleaning
up the mess. does
the water draw you
out like a witch dowser?
time passes in chunks,
and suddenly i’ve found half
the day wasted in the
voyeurism of gravity mixing
with vapours of H20.
and where are you?
i don’t know is the answer
i’d most prefer to give.
it’s in the spot that makes
me ache – the place where
i am not. guilt rises through
my brittle bones.
i think you know this.
i think you look through the
window of my heart and see
where the downpour occurs.
i opened it for you, after all.
and when you see it
i think you smile.
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12.07.2017 at 13:03:01
Great!
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2.11.2018 at 11:53:27
Well I enjoy the vulnerability of this 1 and opening one’s self to those they care. It’s easy to be happy to know somebody trusts you well enough to open up about such things. OFC there’s always the chance of secretly being a sadist and enjoying the pain of others.
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