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Slaughter and Melancholy
fragments on grief
There are no grapes in the thousand vineyards of Solomon sweeter than the memory of love you cannot get back
Dating in your 30s is like trying to play chess when you’ve lost your queen
How many scars have you justified being torn into your flesh because you loved the person holding the knife?
There’s no song from mourning dove
There’s no savior up above
And I wonder who you’re sleeping with today
An old Italian man who looked like her grandfather came to me in a dream
I was trying to get her to understand
And as I was chasing her through this huge house
Unable to see her face
Unable to get her to hear me
Unable to get her to see me
I saw him
Sitting
In a chair
And he said that if someone doesn’t respect you
They don’t love you
He smiled when he said it
Like I was lucky
Like I was blessed
Like I was being spared something
Truly
Awful
Like somehow
Even this
Was good for me
