we sat under the almost full moon
and together we mourned the thing we never got to have
selfish
sad
i dreamed last night of gerry chopping bananas on a black towel in a tiny room
learning to separate my longing from myself
walk home alone
and allow myself to cry
for broken hearts
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- monkey
- this is a blog about the tragic joke that is my love life and also sometimes some other stuff. it's not nonsense to me, but it probably is to you. that's kinda the point.
the trail of my delusions...it's more fun if you start from the beginning, which is the end.