It looks like I'll get to graduate, and that things might turn out ok.
last time I had my eyes both closed
I was remembering your delicate lips
their flavor, we were drunk
and I was patiently infatuated
or how the bottle twisted in
your hands while pouring out a glass
and the gentle slur
of your whispered adoration
I’m not always sure
how you hold my attention
but you do, and completely
last time I left a boy and you
alone, too drunk to go home
and so early in the morning I sat
in the grass of the park, looked
at the stars
and cried
nobody knows that moment but me
and the moon.
you wouldn’t care for the details.
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I set up this blog to document my life as I feel necessary, and make only a minimal effort to censor myself. This is a journal. So far I've documented many critical self-realizations, triumphs and crisis. There are likely many of all of these things to come. I hope to further deepen my understanding of myself and the world through continued blogging. It's a good thing.
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