Over You

January 12, 2012
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Down the hallway, I walk
My eyes wonder the painfully

red lockers
How does this happen?
The inside of my eye twitches
I look down to the black
winged

Angel

Reading


Breathing the words


She sang
I feel the erosion as my core

Gets coated in acidic juices
Stop
I'm done
I'm through
It's obviously OVER



DONE

But is it?
Absence acts as a sharp knife
Ripping and tearing my dreams
Of a truly mixed wedding
Of a white and purple dress
Of floating flowers above our heads
I am in over my head
And nowhere from being over you





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