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the end of something
Apr. 23rd, 2006 05:03 ami want to breathe smoke.
when it is that tenuous time caught between night and day, before dawn begins to lighten the sky but long after the night has grown tired, i cannot sleep. i lay awake restless every night waiting for the sun to rise and allow me rest. during these hours i cannot make up my mind: did you leave yesterday or years ago? it seems important, crucial, even though i know it is not. all that matters is that you are gone. and now i huddle alone in cold sheets whispering "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" while you dream of an illusion wearing the skin of a teenager. i wish you had never lied and told me you would still love me when we were old. you didn't even wait until my thirtieth birthday.
when it is that tenuous time caught between night and day, before dawn begins to lighten the sky but long after the night has grown tired, i cannot sleep. i lay awake restless every night waiting for the sun to rise and allow me rest. during these hours i cannot make up my mind: did you leave yesterday or years ago? it seems important, crucial, even though i know it is not. all that matters is that you are gone. and now i huddle alone in cold sheets whispering "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow" while you dream of an illusion wearing the skin of a teenager. i wish you had never lied and told me you would still love me when we were old. you didn't even wait until my thirtieth birthday.
