a moment of crumbling

[besubversive]

"I dream about the utensils,
I dream about the cats,
I dream about perfection that is everlasting and far reaching.
When I am lonely I remember the way you smelled,
And the way you clung to me before you left.
You are inspiration,
You are salvation.

My heart beats in time with yours from miles and miles away
And when I see you again I will cover your skin in mine.
We will remember what it is to have boundless security
We will drown in the rhythm of arching backs
And stroking fingers
And human against human contact that is the closest to heaven that we know." - excerpt from a poem he wrote about us on 8/28/04

::sigh:: Why do I do these things to myself? In my defense, I didn't mean to find this; I had it saved on AOL and I was looking for an email I had saved with someone's address. Why is everything he ever wrote about us lasting and being perfectly happy and building a life together such a slap in the face now?

Comments

[devilssnare85.livejournal.com]

It's a slap in the face because it wasn't perfect and everlasting...If you need tips on how to be a bitter bitch just ask :o)

[-hjarta.livejournal.com]

HAHA OH YES.
I am going through the same thing right now. Completely fucking bitter.