I want to write until I'm empty,
Till I drain myself dry of you.
Your liquid's swirling through me
And I'm being eroded by you.
I can't stand your new silence,
But I won't be the first to speak.
I'll sit here and write, and
Confess my feelings to the paper
Instead of to your eyes.
The problem is, I'm full of you--
Your look, your feel, your taste.
Your voice echoes in my ears
And your name reverberates
With every heartbeat I feel,
Until I swear it's you that's
Running through my veins.
And it's you that's making me
Blush, making me smile, and
It's you that's making me alive.
How can I empty myself of you?

09/30/2001

Posted on 09/30/2001
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