Wednesday, February 20, 2013

life and death

when the one i wanted, did not want me.

I was almost rabid
for love.
Would’ve lunged at any thing
thrown my way
carcass, shadow, memory, promise
shell of a man.
I thought it was better
to be loved by a dead thing
than to be left alone.
Then I loved a dead thing 
and was completely alone.

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