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Trying to Fall Out of the Grave I Dug For Myself

Darling
Standing on your precipice
I never heard you crying my name
[in warning.]

And suddenly,
With all due respect,
You were flying…
  flailing…
    falling…
 
    [failing.]
   
To capture my attention.

Even as I caught you
&& our tumbled bodies entwined
you forgot to mention
[ I love you, baby. ]
that this was your
Perfection.

The life [love] you wanted
But could never truly have.

I’m sorry,
But at least we have matching bruises… ♥

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Written 23.1.08

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  • eating vertigo
    January 23, 2008

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    The last verse makes me smile, and go "Awe, how cute."
    You have a very good play on words through the poem.
    I really like the Title.