starcrossed

love,
you bring me to tears.
the camera flashes
and i'm pressed
up against your ribcage.
stricken--
this, you
we're out in the street.
you're loving me,
like when we were eighteen.
when you were minor
and i'd buy the whiskey.
set up camp
under the shady tree.
we,
we are not old enough to be jaded.
but too old
to love naively
and accept--
i will pay
for my sin.
and i can hear
rather than feel
the scraping of your lips
across my exposed skin.
in the streetlight
guttering,
guttering.
if i am not yours,
then i am truly nothing.

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[deeps]

we,
we are not old enough to be jaded.
but too old
to love naively
and accept--
i will pay
for my sin.

I really enjoyed this part,
this is very well written and expressed.

[Ed Hart]

"stricken", yep, that's the word