A/N: 1/22/10

I wish you were my lover in a past life

I wish you were my lover in a past life
because the way you feign ignorance
at my slightest flaws
was something that you've lived before
and the way you retract each word
with your resounding silence
brims me with curiosity
for it's something that you've done before

so for that I ask
"what is love but a memoir?"
in it's demystified state
in it's platitudinization
what is a novel without sequence

you've told me once
that every ramble goes without an end
and ink dries without a moment's lapse
but déjà vu be damned
for the way your moon skin resonates
with past lovers and friends
makes me all the more wanting
and all the more jealous
for if I wasn't there then
am I truly here now?