you can’t hear me well, it’s not like you ever could if you move i’ll stop talking because i don’t want you to hear.
darling.
i don’t want you to hear all the truths i need so desperately to transfuse into your system after i’ve been sustaining you on nothing but untruths for so long.
if your breathing changes from an easy flow of wide inouts to catching heart screech hiccups, long racking sobs, asthmatic wheezes and five mile sprint gulping i’ll know i’ve done my job because i’ll have switched the message running in roundabout loops through your ears to this crackling fizz of nothing.
that is the truth.
your eyelids flutter and i can feel their breeze so i’ll hold you closer as you exhale warm moist in the sweaty dark hanging about us because maybe actions are the truth we’ve been missing maybe these voices mean nothing maybe my head is your untruth and your warmth is just the untruth i need to drown in.
most perfect. you know, you’re better at this than i am.
or worse.
i never could tell the difference.
the mattress groans but you don’t because you’ve rejected and denied yourself.
it’s okay, darling sweetie, i’ll just be gone a moment just a moment longer here before i join you where the truths and untruths dissolve into gray which i’ve never really minded. because, dear,
honestly now,
we can’t be living separate lives if i’m not living.
wonderful evocative writing this is!
you are a very passionate endearing soul!
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i like it, except it was hard to read because of the tiny print. but no big deal. i can relate to it and understand it for the most part (a few confusing lines) but good job.
17, girl.
sometimes things are prettier smashed broken ripped and twisted.
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