Remember Me As A Time Of Day

…We only obsess over relationships that feel unfinished.

XV/XXIV

every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice all the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. i don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth they were a long hall way a door half open a single suit case still on the conveyor belt was it a long journey? did it take you long to find me? you’re here now, welcome home.

Everyday since that bad thing happened, I’ve been practicing                   a spell: how to disappear from yourself, within yourself.

Nothing in this world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.