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• March 15, 2010

  Not this mind and not this heart, I won't rot.

  posted by Brilliant Girl With The Famous Thighs

  "After the Storm"
  Mumford and Sons.
  I've never heard of them.
  But this song has already changed my life.
  It thundered last night.
  In the middle of March.
  A warm front is coming.
  But I deal with that everytime you contact me.
  I went to kiss you on the cheek when we went our own ways Friday.
  But you gave me your mouth.
  42 miles apart when we're not both trapped in that no good northern town.
  Thought maybe that wasn't enough space, so I've said not one word to you.
  As my eyes almost settled for the night,
  you messaged me.
  You called me that name.
  The one you used to call me.
  You left.
  I stayed.
  You come to visit.
  Kiss my forehead.
  Kiss my thigh.
  Lay you head on my lap for protection.
  Then suddenly out of sight.
  Until the next time.
  Lovers, blinded by passion.
  Best friends, eternal.
  Together? Broken.
  My choice? No.
  Your absence frequently vacant
  while occupied somewhere else.
  Gin numbs my tongue,
  yet stings my memory.
  Could I not open the door to let you in? Yes.
  But my bones weep your name.