Things, things, things.
poetry by Caitlin Diamond
Monday, May 13, 2013
104.
you said that you had always been in love with me
after I told you I had never stopped wanting you
and I am twisting under your shadow
like an open wound beneath a knife
I am bleeding lyrics for you and smiling
and that was our goodbye
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