| A Loss Of Purpose (I Let Myself Go Remix) |
[24 Oct 2005|03:56pm] |
His hand slipped out of mine late last night
And I panicked.
I sat up in bed and looked at him in the
Dark.
(I wanted this; his bulging insecurities
And his vocal gravel and every cell in place.)
His wet hair and his sleeping veins
And every word silenced as usual
By our basic needs. We used to live
Our lives, a long time ago.
(My life was a continuous series of
Roads leading back to the beginning
And singular emotions trapped within the
Organs of his body; I let myself go one night
And I haven't been back since.)
We used to go see movies at the Paramount.
Now we just eat and sleep and fuck all the time.
(I pretend not to notice)
As a matter of fact, we fuck a lot these days.
It isn't as though we have anything better to do.
(The fuckstain widening on the mattress.)
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