this is not where the magic happensA 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 thespaceinmybedFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorthespaceinmybedLos Angeles, CAAboutingenious my idea of stripping thoughts from your skull like peeling oranges more..Writing
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