And so I give into the only thing I can the memory of me and you...folding in and out of you...
So I succumb to the only curse that plagues my mind...the memory of FALLING in and out of you...This always happens when I pull back the bandage of the wounds that have yet to heal. Call me sadistic but I can't help but scratch and pick at the sitches on my breast. They are one of the few reminders I LET myself keep of you. I stare at them with cold contempt. To tangiable of a reminder of what used to be...of how far I let myself go...of you and me. Thoughts rush over me like a tidal wave and scream out like a banshee in the tempst that is my mind. Will I never feel that way again? Will words like arms intertwining never caress my hands , face , or body again? No more hoarse soft spoken urgent voices whispering vows of devotion and adoration.
Remember I implore you...No words truer spoken than of thine heart...no purer tears than those cried in the arms of another.
Or will I always be a prize to have and nothing more...just another trophy on the mantle of your shoulders? Those now proud cruel shoulders that once...that once...ONCE they used to melt at my touch. Those shoulders and arms I found a solace in like no other...a safe haven from myself and from the cold winds of rage of the world. A place to bury my desperate cries of vanity and shame...a place to rekindle a long forgotten fire. Am I just to be conquered like a piece of land or a stubborn nation to proud to give in? Perhaps...I'm nothing more than predestined for asethtic wanton desire instead of something more...or is it my own fault for daring to caress the fire?
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Excuse the little talent I have as a writer...*sighs* What can i say when you travel down memory lane that's what happens...Anyway...
I'm off to play a game or sleep I'm not sure yet...
The crystal hour glass an ode to time that we see slowly pass by and yet we can't reach through the glass to stop each grain of sand...if time were altered...it wouldn't matter anyway we'd just feel the grains fall from our hands...just memories from yesterday.
Watching the hour glass stuck to the table,
Court
p.s.
Sue me I'm werid....
Remember I implore you...No words truer spoken than of thine heart...no purer tears than those cried in the arms of another.
Or will I always be a prize to have and nothing more...just another trophy on the mantle of your shoulders? Those now proud cruel shoulders that once...that once...ONCE they used to melt at my touch. Those shoulders and arms I found a solace in like no other...a safe haven from myself and from the cold winds of rage of the world. A place to bury my desperate cries of vanity and shame...a place to rekindle a long forgotten fire. Am I just to be conquered like a piece of land or a stubborn nation to proud to give in? Perhaps...I'm nothing more than predestined for asethtic wanton desire instead of something more...or is it my own fault for daring to caress the fire?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Excuse the little talent I have as a writer...*sighs* What can i say when you travel down memory lane that's what happens...Anyway...
I'm off to play a game or sleep I'm not sure yet...
The crystal hour glass an ode to time that we see slowly pass by and yet we can't reach through the glass to stop each grain of sand...if time were altered...it wouldn't matter anyway we'd just feel the grains fall from our hands...just memories from yesterday.
Watching the hour glass stuck to the table,
Court
p.s.
Sue me I'm werid....