i woke up this morning
(yes, yes i woke up...no, a broken heart
did in fact not kill me, you did not kill me)
i woke up after all
and although you are still lingering
inside of my head - (because it's not that
easy to forget, you are not that easy to forget)
you have begun to grow faint, silent
just a fragile image of a ghost standing
in the shadows of my brain almost beckoning
for me to throw some light your way
but i underestimated myself last night when i
thought (thought you would be the death of me)
because i am stronger and because i am able
to put myself back together without you
(or anyone else for that matter...anyone else)
so grow fainter my weakling,
no longer will any of my light seek to find you,
to know you, to highlight pieces of you
(that i had loved, would have loved always, would have..)
i don't need make-shift photos in my life that
involve so much creation from my own weary hands.
no. i don't need that.
so go to sleep (growing fainter still, you are growing fainter...)
it's going to be easier than i thought for you to go to sleep
in the shadows of my brain because i woke up this morning
i woke up
a broken heart did in fact not kill me
and neither did you.
(when i had thought..when i had thought for sure
...that you would be
the death of me.)

01/20/2003

Posted on 01/20/2003
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