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Lovesong of a forlorn drama queen
...written on 2008-06-21, @ 2:11 a.m.
I'd write a sonnet for you in the ashes of our love. Say how perfect you are, how beautiful this was. And before you ever even had a chance to see, I'd wash it away like a wave from the sea.
So instead I'd write prose on the headboard of your bed. Tie words into leather, carve hearts in with lead. And when you finally turned around to see, things are already refinished. You're already done with me.
So I'd write slander and sin on the maple of your door. Cross that fine barrier and swirl cursive on your floor.
And all of this time you'd be looking at me. And finally I'll tell you, "I'm done, can't you see?"