i've began to love in liquid form.
solids no longer hold shape.
everything i touch to love becomes
concrete that i break against.
it is a premeditated suicide but i
scream murder every time and something
else inside me falls asleep.
this is no longer safe and words
are just something better to do
when feeling anything at all becomes
too much, not enough. i think i'll
sit this one out if you don't mind.
it's began to snow outside as well as
inside and this is never any good for
someone who's began to love everything
in liquid form. because solids can no
longer hold any shape and i will melt
eventually, but to melt has to be better
than to break.

02/23/2003

Posted on 02/23/2003
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