sucks

it’s not that I don’t give a fuck
I mean, I don’t
it’s the degree to which I don’t give a fuck
that surprises
I didn’t realize
my smile was
an optical delusion
until now
you’re not her
it’s not your fault
it’s a little bit mine
it wasn’t your wrists that
I pinned to the bed
it wasn’t your smooth skin
that aroused me
from my sleep
it wasn’t your smile
that made me wantneed
or sighgrowl
I’ve had to face it
you’re not her
and that’s too bad
but
now you have to go

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  1. MissE says:

    Writing query – just curious, Peter. How do you decide where you’re gonna put your line breaks? Is it a whim kind of a thing or do you have specific purpose in mind?

  2. Peter says:

    MissE: It arrives in my head with a certain cadence, and I basically just transcribe it.

  3. MissE says:

    Cool.
    It’s just something we’ve been looking at in class and I was curious.

    I’m basically the same – the line just feels like it should end at a certain point… although sometimes when I go back to edit it, that feeling can change.

    You write some amazing stuff, Peter

  4. Deutlich says:

    oooh.. someone got buurrneed

  5. JenBun says:

    Would you mind terribly if I had this printed out on cards, changed the “her” to “him,” and handed them out when things just don’t go right?

    No?

    Thanks!

    ;)

    (P.S. I love it. These lines?

    my smile was
    an optical delusion

    it wasn’t your smile
    that made me wantneed
    or sighgrowl

    Amazing. You’ve done it again!)

  6. Colleen Snell says:

    wow. if only she could be her.

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