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Wednesday 25 January 12 17:19

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She speaks my name
softly
calmly
and I am not afraid
when the men take my arms
their grip is firm
as I am pushed through the doorway
seeing the bed with more men surrounded
I tell them I’ll behave
and they loosen their grasp
I lie down as they strap me in 
the woman leans over and says everything will be fine
she rubs the gel upon my temples 
while someone else shoves a rubber mouth piece through my lips
she tells me to lie still
that it helps if I close my eyes
I obey as she places the conductors upon my temples
the switch is flipped
I don’t even feel my body convulse
as I slip into unconsciousness.
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Wednesday 25 January 12 17:15

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The hours have passed. The minutes are being counted. The phone is silent. The ringer is high. The battery is full. My heart is anticipating, for your one move.
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Wednesday 25 January 12 17:10

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It’s an odd feeling 
  giving up on love 
      and I know I’ve said this before 
    and failed 
because my heart rules my universe
  there’s a certain solemnity 
      an abrupt calm 
    as my brain yells at my heart 
to stop it’s nervous flutterings
  that girl you met wasn’t me 
      only a fractured piece 
    that so few have seen 
dingy hotel room and uncleaned sheets 
  and for a brief moment in time 
      we were exactly what the other needed 
    carnal desires unfolded 
as clothes were strewn carelessly about 
  kisses and groping 
      biting and scratching 
    but then you paused 
            you are so beautiful 
caught yourself 
            and sexy 
  and the biting 
      and thrusting 
    and pounding 
resumed 
  consumed by desire 
      drowning in sweat and passion 
    I couldn’t even look into your eyes 
though you paid close attention to mine 
  recounting the expressions 
      in our panting aftermath
    no regret hath crept in my heart thus far 
only stifling my hearts wanting screams 
  hushing the wondering if you’re thinking of me 
      in the same ways I’m desiring you now 
    clothed and proper 
having thoughts on our words 
  rather than the focusing 
      on our closed door cravings
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Friday 20 January 12 23:07

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An old friend of ours told me
That you came back home last week
And I’m ashamed to say
I’ve been avoiding all the places
That I think you’d be
But in a town this small I know
That sooner or later
We’re gonna have to speak
And I’ve been thinking so hard about what I’m gonna say
When you ask me what I’m doing these days
Cuz these days I’m barely getting by
These days all I wanna do is cry
When these days are nothing
Like the days when it was you and I
And every night I put your picture away
Just to take it back out when I wake
Yeah, it’s pretty safe to say
Missing you is all I do these days
Sometimes that’s just how love goes
Still I guess I was holding out hope
That we would last and we
Would never see the end of
The love story we wrote
But pages got lost and
Chapters got skipped
Now I’m finishing it all alone
And I’ve been thinking so hard about that empty page
Where you ask me what I’m doing these days
Cuz these days I’m barely getting by
These days all I wanna do is cry
When these days are nothing
Like the days when it was you and I
And every night I put your picture away
Just to take it back out when I wake
Yeah, it’s pretty safe to say
Missing you is all I do these days
And it goes without saying
That it’s been so hard
Being here with all our memories
While you’ve been far away
But a small part of me is pretending
That maybe you’re back because
You want to say
That these days you’re barely getting by
These days all you wanna do is cry
When these days are nothing
Like the days when it was you and I
And every night you put my picture away
Just to take it back out when you wake
And maybe, just maybe
Missing me is all you do these days
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Wednesday 18 January 12 01:21
My jaw will dislocate
like your mind did from your heart.
I chew gum like you chew tobacco,
the ironies glaring in the darkness of midnight.
I am blinded. 
Quick, replay, restart, rewind.
The whirring of our souls as we
return 
through histories unlived.
The little boy holding the little girl’s hand for the first time,
and you said ‘I do’ in the sandpit, and I cried at the altar.
I have dislocated my spine from my mind:
I am all inaction, and no
action
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