Every beat of my heart ;

23:48, Daydream

Thursday, 5 July 2012

Here's a secret: I dreamt of you again. This time you had company, but since I didn't recognize her face I will think her a whore. (maybe she was. i don't care.) I'm not proud, that I will not allow you even the shame of a night's bought love.

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In a fishbowl you don't know who to watch. You think you see a scowl but it is really only the bubbles of your thoughts, escaping. And so there is no need for conversation. For only the pebbles creep to eavesdrop on secrets of secrets, and even then they cannot speak.

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Here's another secret: I will never be a lover. There is too much hatred and anger in this being. Too much resentment. I carry so many scars. When I begin to doubt it I remind myself to marvel at how it sounds. I carry so many scars I carry so many scars I carry so many scars.