i know a guy who loves my hair
says "what do you do to me"
as though thats a question i'd
ever be good at answering
but he likes to sleep between
my sheets and inside the most
honest part of me but of trivial
things we don't always agree
and i've yet to learn the concept
of "just let me be" but he isn't
afraid of getting his hands dirty
and he's not one to ever back down
from me and he says "i love you"
with such sincerety that sometimes
i find it hard to believe but i
love this guy even when i can't
stand the absence of his voice,
the absense of his hand but when
the distance starts wearing and i
can't help but scream, he becomes
everything harmful and haunting to
me and thats when it starts, when
the pain clouds come, everything
i catered too becomes undone and
like milk gone sour i throw him
away, only to return to the concept
of him the very next day because
he adores my outbursts, finds my
madness exciting, believes in me
so strongly he brings me out from
hiding. he knows where i am when
i start drifting away and that when
he brings me back i will still be
the same, the person he says "i
love you" to with such sincerety,
the person who is finding it even
harder to believe, the person who
knows a guy that loves her hair,
the person who's beginning to
wonder if she really even cares.

i know a guy who loves my hair
says "what do you do to me"
as though thats a question i'd
ever consider something worth
answering.

01/09/2003

Posted on 01/10/2003
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