you couldn't leave well enough alone, little
girl, you only fly so you can crash
and burn and the bridges are made of
licorice, you said you were never going
back, somehow they couldn't believe you.
i saw the sky open but you didn't allow
yourself to fall through. too many familiar
faces standing in the wake. for christ's
sake, give it up while you still have hands
and no, they don't care what becomes of
you, free-falling and nothing is ever for
free, believe me, it costs so much and it
takes even more from you. the roses all
have thorns little girl and you only touch
them so you can bleed.

04/22/2003

Author's Note: i'm reaching for words now rather than reaching for necks to break and only because, words are closer...only reason. period.

Posted on 04/22/2003
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