we dance like

this space is red and angry like

         the bedsheets that hold guilty

                             evidence of our night.

  this isn’t as easy as it used to be

             [throw them out as quickly as you

                                     reel them in]

these locks have had hundreds

      of different names whispered though them.

                                  [everything has your name]

a lone guitar in the corner

       unpolished

  

              loved once

                    [a night of strings stretched

                             across skin]

sheets of paper scattered

               words on walls

                         [i was a poet once]

fingertips that traced constellations

            onto unamed skin

                  i burnt myself into you.

three am and you’re still not gone

           what have i done?

      it is in the creeping half light of morning

               that i realise.

                                 [i gave more of myself to you

                                               than i should have]

my eyes do not care, drifting closed

             i will remind myself to forget you

                                 in the morning

i dream

                  and we dance like people in the distance.

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January 16, 2006
January 16, 2006
January 16, 2006

i was a poet once It’s 3:34 am and I can’t sleep.I’ve missed you too.

January 17, 2006

Thats a profound night of luv…strummin

January 17, 2006

what a fvcking night and still,you are beautiful and savage as ever.lets hope the memories seep out while we sleep.and leave a beautiful afterburn.everlove,

January 17, 2006

aww i miss writing poetry. i love reading yours. the first line is great <3

January 17, 2006

“this isn’t as easy as it used to be (throw them out as quickly as you reel them in)” That’s right. 100% right. Sadly, admittedly true, at least for me. By the way, trenchcoat and cigarette, yes. Notebook, no. Generally a scarp of paer, a receipt, a napkin. I’m not bored, either.

January 17, 2006

this was f.cking amazing. i felt it.

January 17, 2006

“and we dance like people ” i dont know why, but this amazes me. very nicely done.

January 17, 2006

once a poet, always onewe dance like people indeedand stars definitelyxo

January 17, 2006

Ah, the last line is beautiful.

January 17, 2006

you are still a poet& you will always be beautiful.xx.

January 17, 2006

“fingertips that traced constellationsonto unamed skin…”that sentence has been pounding through my headfor the past week, searching for a way to escape.thanks for setting it free.iloveyou,kim.laura

because everyone in the distance lookslike they’re dancing, don’t they? you still are a poet;you’ve created beautiful imagery (i love the first stanza)and quite exquisitly relayedan emotion that many could’ve never described what a lovely piece

January 18, 2006

“loved once” is the phrase that did it for me.

January 18, 2006

you’ll always be a poet. and one of the most beautiful ones.

January 18, 2006

It sounds crazy but before I read the note, I knew the dev art add was from you, you crazily beautiful girl. Have a good one. You still have excellent lines and analogies that speak to a part of me I know still exists in limited qualities.if its enough of a compliment, your words compell me to write something. <3 jo.

January 18, 2006

Brilliant work. And yes, my address is the same.

January 19, 2006

i love this ;;

January 19, 2006

aah, you’re brilliant, it kills me. (icantwrite…) i love you. hope your new year has been worthy of you.

once you are a poet, you never seize to be one nsi- psyche.

January 19, 2006

i read this twice. it rings true in ways i never thought someone else’s words could – it is so real, so powerful. and my god, darling, that last line is perfect.

January 20, 2006

my god. thats brilliant! (Please understand the depth of my saying that by my use of exclamation mark. It is a grammatical aid I rarely make use of, but in this case, it was more than appropriate) x

January 21, 2006

I realize this morning that this space is my home. reading back on dreams and tears that I wrote in the period of four years. I love you lovely girl and no your letter hasnt come yet..

January 22, 2006

Lovely.I think I relate to this a lot.<33

you write beautifullywith real firexx

never thought i would come back. still here i see. remember me? blackfrancis

gosh, i hope you don’t give up.a girl called lee loves you.