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[onthebound_31]

okay so i finally started clenaing my room today and i was making a lot of progress and i was looking through some old papers on my floor and found a poem i wrote back in like.. oh i dont know.. novemberish. and it compltely brought me back to then.. seems like so long agooooooo

sighhhhhhh, i dont know. . . . . . .
just read if you feel like it

                                     REBEL (the verb, not the noun)

Where?

eight fifteen            nine thirty
ten o'clock
quarter to eleven
eleven twenty seven
midnight
hour of vulnerability

labels,sticky notes,filing cabinet,rolodex,palm pilot
                              (ammunition; the war against chaos)

unsafe
danger
        danger to be unsure

RIGHT THERE?
right there..
 right.......here.

manilla folder,
simply unlabeled tab
worn edges
worn under your calloused fingers
(i felt callous at every accidental touch)
and you're endless documentary
of indecision
of.. not           me
you; my role in you
                                                       you and me
the closest to that folder that i will ever find

i try to leave, only to find you
..i was looking for you..

embaras--
                                                 [i mean, anger]

you're gloved{a} hand slides around my neck
                                          (or waist, i cannot recall)
and you threaten to
-horrible things i cannot mention
like breaking my spirit-

counter-threat
(oh how alien sounding in this silence)

lips to ear;whispers

i'
 ll           
 always          
 make           
                you
    s      e
      mil

--
so anyways
peaceeeeeeeee out ♥