“Don’t fuck me in front of me”
What a fantastic line in a song. This is one I wish I thought of first.
I cannot find the heart I gave to you.
I have thought for long. I have thought hard and sometimes only wondered, but still thought. How did I get there? How did you invade me to become so intertwined in my being?
Like a cancer it spread. It began in the lungs. Suddenly I could no longer breath. It spread to my blood in hot flashes and blushes. The heart, and finally to soft tissues.
Like a heartbeat, constant and reliable, it’s menacing beat kept steady within my body. With every pause I wished for it to stop, and winced at it’s expected pulse. I knew this was coming.
And like a disease it spread. I watched that part of me die that day, I watched it burn, all the places you were, all the pieces of me that were also you, they have passed.
Right there. As I watched the flames engulf my past, I watched you erupt alongside. I did not stare, and for long I did not look. But as I think for long, and wonder for sometimes, I can see the parts of me that were you in the flames. I can see how I invaded you to become intertwined in your being.
And like a cancer I spread. And like from disease, I watched a part of you die that day.
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I will tell you this until I am blue in the face. Because I really, truly, honest to goodness believe it.
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Love this movie.
I love days where I get really into looking at work by fantastic photographers. One of my favourite websites, www.theserved.com is the best for that!
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Katharine Ross is a babe.


