SEAN

You're not like any other man I've ever tasted.

When we come together it's like my heart skips
and my stomach explodes
and the world stops just to tell us that it wasn't meant to happen.

Only it did.
And the world can suck it.

"Fuck you motherfucker."

Having you was a small victory
but the world won the war.

And now I catch memories of you between my sheets;
between leaves in the trees;
between teardrops and rain.

Everything about you is a foreign country
filled with simple splendor and aching surrender.

Please keep breathing.
Please keep writing.
Please keep sharing.

I might not be there to see your everything...
But I fucking love your ghost.


Written By Jason Wright
March 10, 2009

 

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