i loved him dearly
he was suspicious of me
thought i was cheating
- from paris in st. louis
- Wednesday, July 1st 2009 | link
i loved him dearly
he was suspicious of me
thought i was cheating
delicate flame war
i am breaking up this thread
prune it like a rose
anthony, you’re wrong-
sophie’s haiku is perfect
you should learn to count!
slightly off-topic,
but, well, i say ‘actually’
with three syllables
asleep this morning
we were bathed in warm light
and blissful ignorance
loved me for two weeks
you are a fucking coward
you used me again
swinging alone now
left for the monkey man there
love the bananas
rough hands round my neck
secret lips touching my skin
dropped me in a text
i read sophie’s piece
and counted the syllables.
the last line has six.
Your status away
I say “hello”, but I know
your status offline.