An old poem I found
I Miss YouWe sleep like Pangaea.Breaking apart, and with somewhere important to go.Ancient cartographers invented white out. I want to forget you like a tail. If you need space, draw in an ocean.The striations in bedrock, markers of time I spent waiting.With you so many years have passed this week.If only I’d had the foresight to grab dirt with my fingers and pull out of your grave.When I reach the top, I gasp at pockets of air with my mouth like hungry coy.One day, we’ll all be found fossils and a man in a tan safari hat will dust us patiently with a soft brush.He'll wonder what the fuck I was wasting my time with you for. I’m the only one who can make me happy.So who cares what the soon-to-be-dead neighbors think?No one will survive the ice age. Or the horror of being your girlfriend.How barren the life spent underground, how lonely, waiting to become an indentation.
We were meant to be icebergs but we crashedOne day, a trilobite. But tonight, you're extinct. Millions of years from now, after the next round of Noah’s arks.Will you look for me? They’ll send a dove. They'll find me choking on you. I have made many bad decisions in my life.
But you are the worst goddamn one yet..
Published on November 25, 2012 21:26
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