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Jul 06, 2011 20:40



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bulletpoint July 8 2011, 02:56:16 UTC
I'm listening even if I don't really want to.
I'm listening to you and I'm listening
to the silence I keep responding with
whenever you bring this up
whenever you (we) get like this
which is why you keep asking me if I've fallen
asleep.

You have my attention; you have it more than I want to tell you
since telling you is the same as breaking a superstition
and I've never been very superstitious but there's
a first time for everything.

It's a distraction, all of these words
I like you, dropped off the side of the highway
I want you, shot through window glass out of an abandoned office building
I love you, misplaced
over and over,
met in the train station, met on the gondola not moving fast enough, met in the cider mill outside of a town I think would have been nice to grow up in, met in the dark -
- the place I know you best.

(Even if I pretend not to.
This used to be convenient.
This used to be easy.
I think.)

I'm listening even if I don't really want to.
I'm listening to you even if I
already know
what you're going to say.

I love you.

She used to say that too.

And I don't think it means the same thing
but sometimes it's hard to tell.

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