Blinking back a tear, or something wet
I try to stop
My lip from trembling.
You always say it looks so fake
But I
Can make it real.

Sleep is a poison I can't afford
Though it
Might numb my wounds.
I'm falling awake and I can't stop
The moment
From swallowing us whole.

Staring forever into the ceiling
I plot my revenge.
I'll capture the world and
Spin it on my thumb
Till you fall off
And let the celebration begin.

One more time I look at you
And strain, maybe to hear.
I seem to be crying, who knows why--
You say it always looks so fake
But I
Can make it real.

07/19/2002

Posted on 07/19/2002
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