Monday, February 4, 2013

i have locked myself out of the steel door
of your mind
i remember a girl, wild mane of hair and tanned. constellations,
laying naked in bed with her legs and hands as familiar as my own
and our skin turned to the same temperature and we were
the same.

i have fallen from the orbit of your thoughts, your mind
as a far off place now, unreachable, i remember a girl
wild mane of hair, calloused fingers, small thin hands.
i remember a girl sobbing into me at my dry erase board, a girl so 
overcome by my declaration of love. 
i remember you as myself.

on a monday night i felt us 
becoming strangers.

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