Thursday, October 02, 2014

Can you tell

I could rip myself limb from limb
Shred all my ligaments and skin
In a wood chipper
And still not escape you
You're an imprint on my atoms
To scatter them
Only multiplies your reach
Its a bitch
To love what you don't love
And to love what you can't have
My heart looks like the crab
Nebula
I've got your pictures - whose got you
I'm a sad country song
In an empty bed
How I wish you were here
The space between us the surest way to tell
Heaven from hell

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