[you said, "dont worry, dont bother the doctors..." have you seen the decline of me since i walked back into this life?]
i'm sick. i can feel it. i can feel my body rotting. from the inside out. i can see these bruises more clearly now. i can breathe less deeply now. i can't hear your voice anymore. what did you say earlier? it was about forever i think. it was something lovely and it made me smile. i want to dream about your eyes on me while i sleep. i want this bitter taste in my mouth to go away and the sweet taste of your lips to stay. i don't just want to disappear. i want to fade. i want to walk those wet, lonely streets. i want to give the moonlight a shadow to follow. i want to find you. i want to get lost and know that no matter where i end up when i turn around you will be there. you used to walk behind me. before we ever stood under a willow tree. before we ever swung on swingsets and before we ever laid in the grass to watch the sun set. you used to follow me.
- posted by angela @ 10:56 PM