old love poems that tell the future.
02/24/2004 03:36 a.m.
i would stare into space
just because i'd run out of things to
focus my eyes on.
you always convinced yourself that i was
thinking of something
greater
than this.

but honestly,
what could be greater than this bond,
this friendship,
this vaguely concealed
romance that we share?
i kiss the back of my hand
and imagine your voice in my ear.
this is what friends
(like us)
like to do.

we are all children.
we are all running out of time to play.

*

our current love ratio
is a thousand to three,
i've hugged you more times than you have
even looked at me.
but i don't mind because i know that
being held by you means more
when it happens less

[oh, honey, remember that?
i don't need to ask...
i know you do.
some stains don't dissapear
no matter how hard you try to bleach them.
some things only get bigger
when they're ignored.]

*

every day i hope a little more
that you won't hate me tomorrow
or give me one of those
"i'm-smiling-because-i-have-to" smiles

[funny how the worst thing you can predict
is exactly what happens.]

*

... " i know i'm staring into space
and i really think they believe
i'm not thinking about anything " ...


I am currently Nostalgic
I am listening to beethoven