I promise I will
There are moments of time that seem too flat to be real, as if there is no air around you and you are moving silently in a vaccum. Endings feel this way for me. Active separation, a severe, lasting, definite change in atmosphere. Learning how to learn. Learning how to be alone, making myself into someone that I can spend time with. Matt is in paris, alone. He did it to see if he could. Could I? On saterday I met up with people that I'd met when this all began. Two girls--exactly alike. One is leaving for grad school possibly...was march that long ago? An opening for employment, entertainment, companionship.
He kissed my cheek as I cried softly, wispering these words: "sorry," "god," "please," and listing so many valid reasons to detest me, why my promises are empty even if I hold to them, how selfish this child inside me is, and this young, fair angel let me take up his cold hands,
and he said like some wise father, don't hurt yourself, I know how good you can be.
He kissed my cheek as I cried softly, wispering these words: "sorry," "god," "please," and listing so many valid reasons to detest me, why my promises are empty even if I hold to them, how selfish this child inside me is, and this young, fair angel let me take up his cold hands,
and he said like some wise father, don't hurt yourself, I know how good you can be.