"stand by your man"

inspiration from Crispin Best's "don't call it a dream"

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there’s something about this goodbye that i

can’t seem to forget, it let

me remember the summer

how he would take

my hand, or throw me over

his shoulder, to watch the

dusk paint the walls of his house.

 

yet he would turn off the lights before, for

my safety that he claimed forever, however

he made his presence strong and long

and made my silence complicit, and it

helped him succeed, and feed his masculine needs.

 

yet i still crawl into his sheets and

stare at the dark ceiling above me, asking what

is it about the sun to him, what is

so wrong with it?

at midnight I hold doubt about

his church background, or the

ice of his heart to thaw, while he clawed

his way into the opening

between my thighs, and without words, thought of

the opening of dawn.

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and when the sun peaked, he tells me that

i love him, that his love makes

me a better me.

and that more than anything, he will always want

me, every part of me, to

the end of time, or until he’ll call

me a stranger. And though I can’t admit it,

in his arms, I still hold onto that.