2011.07.21.
You won’t know. Ever.
You don’t care. You cannot care.
Your memory cannot contain this abyss you’ve created.
You’re flawed. You hurt.
We all are flawed.
Our flaws are drawn to each other.
Much like I am drawn to you… Still.
You’re my secret creepy drug…
I can’t resist mainlining memory of you.
At least seldom. At least memory.
I know it is wrong - it is not complete.
Never was. Never will be.
So painfully tense… Without release. Ever.
It’s not flying – it’s fighting
gravitation
Of a black hole…
Hid on the down side of my heart
Is the warped dream you gave me.
I'm grateful to know of you.
For some reason
People know of singularities.
It was unforgettable.
Twisted
© Copyright: Света Лебедева, 2011
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