I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Source: nuditea
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I am a 23 year-old punk-rock-poser from San Diego, CA, now living in Oakland, and going to grad school in San Francisco. I like crafting, writing, drawing, taking pictures, body modification, weird hair colors, Pokemon, swings, the ocean, laughing at everything, being in love with a seahorse, singing along badly to great music, going to concerts, being queer, pack-ratting, procrastinating, and being silly...among other things.