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Let me...
“Your words... they came crashing down on me, like a Tsunami.
The current so strong... I almost forgot how to swim.” – SA
Let me stay broken in this place where fairy tales end,
my violence easy to bear when your words drift around me,
over me and through me on the currents of elsewhere,
of other women, in other beds, where I can haunt you
from afar.
Let me bed down with the fears of a lifetime
that I could pretend I never had before I felt your lips
upon my neck, whispering dreams into my ear
and down my spine in incomprehensible ecstasy.
Let me be everything I’m not, if only for a moment,
held in eternity, so that I may never have to look at you
and admit that love still lingers like a crucifixion in my rib cage.
Let me go, somewhere far out beyond the horizon
to scream beneath the waves, that this world isn’t fair.
Let me drown here, my love, so that I may remember how to swim in a world without you.
© Indie Adams 2012
The current so strong... I almost forgot how to swim.” – SA
Let me stay broken in this place where fairy tales end,
my violence easy to bear when your words drift around me,
over me and through me on the currents of elsewhere,
of other women, in other beds, where I can haunt you
from afar.
Let me bed down with the fears of a lifetime
that I could pretend I never had before I felt your lips
upon my neck, whispering dreams into my ear
and down my spine in incomprehensible ecstasy.
Let me be everything I’m not, if only for a moment,
held in eternity, so that I may never have to look at you
and admit that love still lingers like a crucifixion in my rib cage.
Let me go, somewhere far out beyond the horizon
to scream beneath the waves, that this world isn’t fair.
Let me drown here, my love, so that I may remember how to swim in a world without you.
© Indie Adams 2012
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