Page Turner

April 4, 2008
So there's guilt trips
There's lies
There's stinging pain
And everlasting lust.
There's daydreaming and thrown lamps,
Bruises from him
And random searches.
I broke the coffee cup, I confess...
But only because she stayed silent
As always.
Doesn't it feel luscious
To roam around in the dark?
10 points if you make it home alive.
100 if you make it home on time.
I creased the page-
To mark my spot,
But you crept in
And flattened it out.

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