Sunday, February 8
{ 8:36 PM }
"methought a serpent ate my heart away, while you sat smiling at his cruel prey" - hermia
some greater force is squeezing my heart, clamping it, wringing it dry. their nails digging through into all the veins, all the arteries. scratching onto it incomprehensible foreign syllables, making me remember how it was like to hurt without reason. somewhere in the distance i hear murmurred voices, too obscure to make out.
'the spirit is willing, but the body is weak' - i dont know which verse
your ex-lover is dead
God that was strange to see you again/Introduced by a friend of a friend/Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'/In that instant it started to pour,/Captured a taxi despite all the rain/We drove in silence across Pont Champlain/And all of the time you thought I was sad/I was trying to remember your name...
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It's nothing but time and a face that you lose/I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose/I'll write you a postcard/I'll send you the news/From a house down the road from real love
Live through this, and you won't look back
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave/You were what I wanted/I gave what I gave/I'm not sorry I met you/I'm not sorry it's over/I'm not sorry there's nothing to save