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[21 Dec 2009|02:55pm] |
i really thought i would walk away first. and i really thought it was true that humans only cry 47 tears before theres none left. it flows, its the outermost parts of blood touching the veins. it clots, its the last drops to spill from a wound.
it transfuses, it changes hands like hiddenhandshake bills, like black market transplants. it spills to grow and lie, and also grow in truth. liquid glass, distorting. fragile things breaking. fucking strong things breaking.
i thought, i was thinking, there could be no bottom. there is, i havent been there but i think ive seen it. its unfair that you got to be right, even partially, this last time. and you love me, i know it. and im glad you drunktext first
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love
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