Entry: . Wednesday, November 29, 2006



How many childhood dreams were interrupted by the harsh scratch grinding of a car engine

Restarted to recreate heat

Warmth of soft beds and walls that stand between you and the world

I rejected the blood of you in me

Blood willingly shed as shelter and love

Sacrificing yourself every day

In hopes of feeling love

Intense love

My father told me that when he met you he had never met anyone who needed saving more.

I can’t save you

I never could.

No one will save me.

I can.

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