June 2012
16 posts
It'll hurt for more than the night, but until the dark comes, I'd like to feel just anything.
I could stop you if I wanted,
but part of me wants to bleed
out all I have left.
Sweet, sweet, bittersweet and sweet again,
Ink running out from underneath an exhausted pen.
Write, I plead you; bring what was once bereft
of life and love
the want and need
to will against the closing end.
“Even though I’m no better than a beast, don’t I, too, have the right to live?”
—Oldboy (Oh Dae-su)
“Aren’t you cold?” they asked, shivering in their jackets. The weather outside begged me for a day of blue jean shorts and a floral cut-out top, but the air conditioning was on an unreasonable high in the room. At least, for them.
“I’m a wolf; I don’t get cold.”
Fumes
I’ve deleted and erased,
I’ve forgotten and forgave,
I have removed every trace
and mostly I’m at peace.
But every now and thenwhen I am quiet and alone,
smoke trails of your memory
find their way home.
