45.

My love:

No-one knows the things we do in the dark
in the quiet spaces, we needn’t fight or be family
a world away from desks and history
an intimate language short of words
nine years of laughter poured out at me
in a double bunk-bed somewhere in Long Beach
and there have been times, of course, obviously
where I thought I could live without it
and I may well still be able to – but I wouldn’t
for I am no more capable
of rebuilding an adolescence with someone else
than I am of being alone

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  1. smolivertwist

    Hiya! 🙂

    Just wanted to let you know that I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award. Just check out my post for more information: https://smolivertwist.wordpress.com/2016/01/17/liebster-award-nomination/

    Hope you have a wonderful day 🙂 x

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