tangled my hair
09/29/2004 10:02 p.m.
i'm thinking of how your scent carries through
the rooms where you've been and it creeps
into me, seeps
into me, i'm smelling it now
and it's reminding me of everything
i've taught myself to forget

there is truth in all experiences;
beautiful truth, the kind that you learn from—
and i know that there was more truth
in one embrace of our's
then in anything else
i have ever lived through

but you have tangled my hair
and blackened my eyes
with all you've done
and i want to make it clear that saying hello
does not change this
and that asking how i've been
will never change this

and i'd love to know what really goes on
in that brain of your's, i'd love to find
the crevice of your mind where you're hiding
the memories of me

i know they're in there somewhere:
the first time you decided it was "love,"
right next to the way it feels when i touch your hair,
along with my phone number (which you've forgotten now)

and if you could just rescue these moments
you'd know how i feel when your scent creeps
into the room and seeps
into me


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this started off about one person and ended up about another. haha.