Today is the day we died,
at precisely one year,
at nearly the exact minute.
You were my muse,
flawed perfection,
more than anything I had ever dreamed of being possible.
Everything I never knew I wanted came from you,
parts of me that I didn’t know were there,
and parts of me that were in a deep sleep,
you woke them with a vengeance.
You fascinated me more than any other woman I had ever known,
and it never stopped,
it never will.
Your name is etched across my forehead today,
to honor the dead that was us,
even though a day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t thought of you.
I’ll likely write this again in your honor,
in another year and again in another ten,
and every one in between.
Keeping forever as my dark-haired obsession,
always the purveyor of my passion,
torrential words spilled for you,
etcetera, over and over again, on and on.
Reblogged this on 50 Shades of Please Be Gay and commented:
This right here… The words are just pure perfection!!!!
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Don’t make me blush! 🙂 Thank you so much, you’re too kind.
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Literally – majority of your posts are the words I can’t figure out how to say. So thank you!!!!!!
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I’m happy to keep saying them 🙂
Thank you again, so much.
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