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I still watch you.............

 

 

 

..............................drag myself through the debris you leave in your wake.............

 

 

 

claw my way through your ragged life.....................

 

 

 

 

my fingers still trace the last place you touched............................................................ the skin, stretched over my bones, running from my ear to my neck......................

 

 

 

......................................i moved further away

 

 

 

 

.................................said it was so I would see you less.............................. when really i wanted to fit every part of your being into the frame we created....................

 

 

 

 

 

I drag myself around.................................observe the destruction you cause.........................stop at each memorial, each tribute, each shrine.............................and weep for what you did......................................................

 

with a sense of awe......................

 

 

 

 

 

i know you.........................your ins and your outs.............................

 

 

 

i follow your movements

 

 

 

(mimic them to myself)

 

 

 

hold your expression in my mind

 

 

 

 

 

i walk one step behind you, observing you from where you can no longer see me.

 

 

 

(maybe if you just turned round for a second........................)

Tesse Tesse
18-21, F
3 Responses Feb 11, 2009

im still yet to discover it.... i just found it again and couldnt figure out what or who i wrote it about, then i saw the comments and realised i never knew. odd.

thanks. i dont know what i was trying to say with it. i dont really know where it came from or what i meant or whos debris i was dragging myself through. i never thought about it in the context of myself. i think its the first piece ive written, out of the fifteen or so stories in this group at least, that i couldnt take apart and explain every word...... its weird.

thanks. you're welcome. x