Saturday, July 9, 2011

To My "Kalle Fucking Blomkvist"



Went for a walk in a storm today
to see how much temptation
fate could shake

an old white pine was my protector
my only honest shelter
from the things that might have been

on my return, I lit two candles in your honor
I've always hated even odds
but I'll write by them until my jealousy can kill their cause.

your silence
it killed me once
but hearing you just now
has left me twisted up and turned to frost.

I wanted you to care, you didn't.
now I'm over you, you do.
What a terribly horrid puzzle that's about to come unglued.

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