this is not where the magic happens

this is not where the magic happens

A Poem by thespaceinmybed

this is where I pour myself some more whiskey

and wait

and wish impossibly

somehow

my words will reach through this gap

filled to the brim with bitterness

grab you by the throat

and drag your flesh to me

the truth is a weight I can’t lift

the voices in my head

say

you don’t care

and this time

I believe them

so I write my nonsense out 

wondering if

the things that are wrong with me

will destroy me

before I ever have the chance

to touch your face again

© 2013 thespaceinmybed


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your honesty and sense of self is endearing..

"my words will reach through this gap
filled to the brim with bitterness
grab you by the throat
and drag your flesh to me"

we all have things wrong with us

if you are wrong.. i dont want to know right

wonderful :)


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

thespaceinmybed

11 Years Ago

thank you :) your compliments are sweet
Antonio Valentino

11 Years Ago

you are so very welcome, the joy is always mine :)



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your honesty and sense of self is endearing..

"my words will reach through this gap
filled to the brim with bitterness
grab you by the throat
and drag your flesh to me"

we all have things wrong with us

if you are wrong.. i dont want to know right

wonderful :)


Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

thespaceinmybed

11 Years Ago

thank you :) your compliments are sweet
Antonio Valentino

11 Years Ago

you are so very welcome, the joy is always mine :)

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Added on November 17, 2013
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thespaceinmybed
thespaceinmybed

Los Angeles, CA



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