Sunday, February 27, 2011

Why I'm not afraid of dying for this Love

still I use this dull knife 
to cut under the skin
to see if I can't find some space for that despair
that gave you such certainty that God was Wrong.
But all I find is more blood.
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3 comments:

  1. Anon.February 27, 2011 at 11:14 PM

    Love this.

    xo

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  2. rivercatMarch 1, 2011 at 2:49 AM

    that is either the definition of despair or of love or both depending on how uncertain you are?

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  3. Kaleidoscope GirlMarch 1, 2011 at 4:05 AM

    This is wonderful. The last two lines certainly make this poem for me.

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