lying down on the beach there were stars and airplanes and trains and the moon, just above us.
we talked stories of old lovers. our lives make sense to each other, we're both trying to pick up the pieces. we're both trying to move on from something we didn't think we'd ever move from, but maybe to.
i am aware, so aware of the ripping feeling between my ribs.
flesh torn away from flesh.
i do not claim that i will never love another.
but love ran deep in me, and now it is draining out.
i walk about tired, anemic,
fettered to dead dreams.
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