Flow of Conscious Thought

I do beleive in fairies…
the sky is blue, traffic is a blur, some things make sense..
some don’t who cares if they do..
who cares if they don’t…
I starve for attention..
His attention..
he, who I hurt so many times..
I turned his heart black…
a supermassive black hole..
one that I need to fill again..
redemption is in season..
in months it will be time to reap…
but not now..
I will sit back and listen…
sit back and contemplate..
watch the signs..
all the little things, that will make you want me…
all over again..

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  • Lisa  Jewell
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