I will get bored, I promise you this, but the question of my reaction lingers in the wake of our certitude. And as I have buried my face in your pillows and arched my spine against the flat of your palm I will act with the impulsion that has frightened you all along and I will revel in the comfort I once sought of you, devouring what is left of something that in truth never was real. And for what feels like the first time in my life I will be without you. I will suffer no promise of your existence. I will live, and I will live without you and as time creeps on I know how I will twitch at the memory of what you were and I know it is you I will blame for the unravelling of threads but I am stupid and I am ruined and I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't cut the line.
Monday, 6 August 2012
6/8/12
I will get bored, I promise you this, but the question of my reaction lingers in the wake of our certitude. And as I have buried my face in your pillows and arched my spine against the flat of your palm I will act with the impulsion that has frightened you all along and I will revel in the comfort I once sought of you, devouring what is left of something that in truth never was real. And for what feels like the first time in my life I will be without you. I will suffer no promise of your existence. I will live, and I will live without you and as time creeps on I know how I will twitch at the memory of what you were and I know it is you I will blame for the unravelling of threads but I am stupid and I am ruined and I was afraid of what would happen if I didn't cut the line.