we all make mistakes.
02/07/2004 06:43 a.m.
the sky and i
had something in common tonight
[we were both crying]

every friend has a time where
they leave a friend for a lover
and every vacated friend has a time to
cry with a rainy night

tonight the rain sang through window panes
from where we were
and there were fingers tracing
spines and
thoughts of lips on faces and
discomfort and
awkward shifting and the
tension
building, but blending
i swear i could hear your thoughts through your fingertips, but
let's remember that some touches
aren't allowed

*

i think my limbs might cave in
sometime soon
because if i live another day
possessing thoughts i've trained myself
to never accept
i just might fall asleep
and never wake up

*

i can put on my
hello-i'm-a-nice-girl smile and
feign friendly conversation for the sake of
avoiding evil stares
but what it all comes down to is:
i'm the bitch who causes all the trouble
and you're the bitch who spreads the word

*

sometimes i'm ignored
and sometimes i'm unwanted
but i know for a fact
that those are my only two options

*

i could write all day about how fucking sad i am
and maybe i will. because honestly, no one
is stopping me and no one cares, anyway.

*

i could read you poems all day
and you could tell me they sound
so beautiful
and i'll say, "oh really?
that one's about when you
made me want to cut myself into
little pieces
of flesh and blood"

*

every day i'm a little
uglier
and every day i learn to
love it a little more
just because
hating myself
gets old

I am currently Pathetic
I am listening to silence