I walk- you watch me, not a word exchanged.
You breathe- I catch you, and the walls are screaming change.
Your weakness- my flesh cries, and our ties are rearranged.
The comfort of consistency is stronger than any love story could bellow.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
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I can't say that I don't Identify. I found myself driving by her car on Monday... I stopped, looked at it, kept driving.
I must move on. I have. I will not collapse. Thank you for moving me into expression.
love,
jesse
It's interesting that you interpreted that piece to be about someone I'm not with anymore. I love how the same words take on completely different life depending on the recipient. Thanks for stopping by!
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