Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Taste

I want to leave you on the verge of restorative tears
I want to leave you harder than when you got here
I want to hone and grind and define that edge until it's sharp enough to cut without being felt
I want you to miss me while you can still hear my footsteps fade
I want your heart to pound when you see me return
I want your collar to be emblazoned with my name
And I want to never again wake up from a dream I've conjured from shredded wishes and ridiculous hope

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