It’s all the same–
just rot there
while your head and heart disagree
while the world moves on around you
while you wait for something that cannot ever come
Yes, my —
It’s all right
I am the only one
who knows you
and will love you
the way you
(Just like I need)
pick me?

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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4 Responses to Flesh

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    I love the way your mind works, mostly because I don’t know where it’s going or where this stuff comes from. But I’m so glad you get it out here so that I can read it.

  2. Adan Ramie says:

    The longing here is palpable. The offhand “It’s all the same” clashes so well with the end – the plea for love. Amazing.

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