April 22, 2011

(i dreamed)
i painted his eyes
and his insides
it was an abstract.
when i awoke
my hair was in a tangle
my tongue in knots
my spine stuck.
the sheets were wet
with sweat
and salted tears.

i misunderstand
love way too deep
and run off.

i have to sit somewhere alone
and hold my own hands
to cup
the gravity of his face
and the tornado of mistakes
i will most likely
continue to make.

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