Tuesday, March 9, 2010

i'm searching for a tiny moment of win.
to stop digressing.
to become compatible.
does not compute.
missing sweet...nothing.
nothing at all.
sweet nothings in my chest.
on my lips.
down my back.
bittersweet nothings.
nothings forgotten
nothings remembered.
nothings trying to squeeze between my teeth
and fall off my lips.
upon deaf ears.
fuck.
nothings more than this,
you and i were more than this,
there is no more to this.

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