_fidelio

ive seen you write beautiful things about other people.
i believe youve seen me write beautiful things about you.


shes in front of me, her back's to me. she shouldnt be here, shes supposed to out of town, gone. shes stayed home to add purpose and direction to my unforgivingly fractured evening. the truth is i loathed her being home unexpectedly all i wanted was my cold dark silence, there was a gut impulse towards anger, this has not been a calm evening. It was only a moment though before i realized how misguided my irritation had been, shes in front of me, her back's to me. I make an uninspired remark about racism in England as i drift toward quiet contemplation. Her spine cuts along her body like a chasm separating her beautiful blades, oh how she begs to be photographed. shes in front of me, her back's to me.. Shes as lovely as ever