love notes

these are things that I could not tell you;
things that remind me of you when I want nothing more than to forget;
things that have gone wrong;
things that have gone right;
things that will never happen;
things that are your fault,
my fault,
the faults of no one;
these are things that we did not do and will not let go of

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  • 31 Oct
    15:05 pm

    -2, Richard Brautigan

    poetry365:

    Everybody wants to go to bed
    with everybody else, they’re
    lined up for blacks, so I’ll
    go to bed with you. They won’t
         miss us.

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