What a weary time those years were — to have the desire and the need to live but not the ability.
Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye (via larmoyante)
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Metaphors only work for so long.


The rational, tangible idea of a fully functioning adult mind…..
That still has no fucking idea what the point is in continuing.
Except that people tell you that you must.

"What if we never see each other
Cause we’re both on a stage?”

I wanted life to lay me down,
A virgin taken in flames.
The absurdity that was
An innocence I never had.
I was taught at a meek, young age;
Even ash will drown.

The clarity coats thick now.
Eye widening layers,
Blocking air ways.
This love was never a tender game.

Still searching for a man with antlers.
Perhaps to find
Women such as I
Are born alone.

Crossing every line I had ever drawn
I found those left standing
Were always the ones I was
Meant to love.

Trace my spine,
Moths dance upon my hips.
We pretend that this is just fine,
Just fine.
Pupils dilate,
You taste distance on my lips.

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