Thursday, December 18, 2008

Thank You Genevieve

So, Emily Dickenson only believed a man,
truly believed him,
when he was in agony.

If you disappoint me, I’ll be upset.

I DON’T CARE if my eagerness lacks ‘tact’.

I could scab over, roll with the punches,
but I’ll just get excited over your mannerisms.
I’ll twist, it’ll crack and…

I’ll bleed everywhere. Aw shit.

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