March 28th, 2008
in my mind
a thousand times
the past is relived
pushing the buttons
over and over
masochism
though I push him away…
there he remains…
slowly fading…
trying to say good bye
and holding on
and letting it all go
the past,
the past,
what was
what was never meant to be
but in that time
releasing
there is a less of a charge
but a part of me
that holds on
for some reason
perhaps that is where we are still
joined.
why is that I only write prose when I’m down about something someone
less identified….strangely, but still I
push and push my button
that has his name all over it.
The name I put there.
ugh. love. it all.
open and unattached.
what ever that means.
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