Wednesday, May 16, 2012

sleeping with the window open

as though the widened shutters would bring your car along the circle drive and down the street. seein you today confused me, being home when you are here makes me forget my progress and long to be back in November, when I thought for the first time that I might marry you. I need to see my therapist, I need you to say something. anything at all, even spitting hatred would be better than this.

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