• cut me up gently

    by  • December 16, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    and how can you go? and say that that was it and nothing more? while i’m left behind wondering the darkened corridors. The illusions that travel the wall are a reminder of what haunt me.

    I’ve seen picked flowers torn from the root with more hope than me. The tie you work hard for transforms more and more like the rope he used to hang himself from the tree.

    Eat the fruit, be tempted, be more like me.

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