Thursday, April 08, 2010

steel guitar makes it real

The flag is gone from the roof of the Edgewater Beach Hotel.
how will I know which way the wind is blowing.

he says I love you just not how you want me to.
how the fuck am I supposed to process that.
what the fuck is that supposed to mean.

needs and wants and hurts

naked and bloody and veiny and shaking
alone and broken and unwanted in the dark.

it all boils down to this:

I wanted you
and you were a stone.

"and if it could start being alive you'd stop being alone."

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