I need to stop needing you like the leaves need the air and the grass needs the water and I swear
The drunk couldn't love his drink like I've loved your
Mouth
And
What.
A .
Tragedy.
Life has made us out to be
Chess players with Alzheimer's and soldiers practically paraplegic with all the fucking loving we did it drained us and all I can ask is
Was it real
Was
Any of it?
And when the illusion has drained us
and we are just
Under the choke chain of desire
And
Goddamn it, oxytocin ,
Will you still believe for a moment that
You loved me
Will
It
Matter.
Will I?
Monday, 3 August 2015
The enjoyment of deception
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This is beautiful. The description of alzheimers patients playing chest was my absolute favorite. I'm not sure why, maybe the ghost of things we used to do? Beautiful.
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