insanity can be silent.
02/17/2004 05:40 a.m.
i want to sleep somewhere new
this bedroom has too many
dreams about loving
the person that you were

*

i wonder why there isn't much
to say about you - although you
provoke so much in me -
but i suppose that's because
it is a love brought about from
regret

*

violence is passion
and baby,
i could kill you.

*

"you know that when i hate you,
it is because i love you
to a point of passion that unhinges my soul."
julie-jeanne-eleonore de lespiannse (1732-1776)
letter; 1774

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i am
so angry with you
so ready to light your fuse and watch you
explode
so eager to hear you
scream down my throat
so happy that you are
finally getting all that you
deserve,
and i am
in love with you
so much that it's
unquestionable
that it makes me unable to
"live and let live"
smiling when i think of all that you've earned
and smiling to know that it's all just
perfect
for you
and i am
hoping your next sleep
will last forever
or if not that,
you will decide that it is me
that you think of while you dream
and that it is me
that you have always wanted to
wake up to
wishing you the best with all that is new
(and all that is not me)

*

my lips are dry now that they are
alone, although i suppose they have not
graced your's in anywhere besides the
nature of my
electric thoughts; and it is
those thoughts that
ignite all that is
crazy in me

*

i only write poems to avoid
telling anyone how i
really feel.
I am currently Detached
I am listening to silence