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he said she said. i say, i'm tired.
by Olivia Weinkeinyou yearn to Know, ache to touch
she screams Contagious
you ran away but you were never
safe with me either. brush up
against something of your own.
and she
is down at the river dreaming and
dealing in colors that can only
be bought at night. no, i didn't
understand any of it myself those
days but we were all running from
something and it seemed only Perfect,
felt only right. use your own words
to explain. i'm tired of fighting.
and he
thinks he's something of an expert
at healing, says he has the right kind
of hands. he fell into her river and
drowned. no sir, i didn't look back.
we were selfish and eager to bleed and
Always hiding in the bushes. why should
he be any different. why should i feel
any different for a boy
on the loose. so set on the idea of
choosing between water color stains
and blessed confusion
when really
he never had the choice to choose.
and myself,
well,
i never got over it. all the running
the aches and pains. i wanted only
a warm place to touch for awhile. and
yeah those places came. but we learn
so quick when our eyes are closed, don't
we and i say to Hell with that. you know
what,
use your own words to explain, i'm tired
of fighting
and i'm never coming back.
03/28/2003 Author's Note: well, all i can say is it makes sense to me.
Posted on 03/29/2003
Copyright © 2025 Olivia Weinkein
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