Sunday, May 22, 2011

I want...

I want to write books
And fall in love.
Maybe I'd fall in love while writing books.
After all, I'd fall in love with your ghost, if it would offer even
A cent of comfort
In these dark times.
You were the universe, the beginning and the end
But I don't know where to start.
Every novel idea (see what I did there?)
Involves the past (I think you hated the hold it had on me),
And what came of it -
Including you.
I'm just scared of the future,
But you already know that.

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