My life is full of oxymoron's.

Consistency has always been fickle:
cracked concrete slabs, or
rotting steps...
a car that breaks down, or the sky
ever changing.

you see why, then, words like
"always and never, forever and eternity"
leave my lips in mocking tone.
(Music has always been one faithful, though.)

ours is a timeless love.
many things, lyrics, or emotions
were lost on me until you waltzed into my life.
why, then, do i have the aching feeling that
once again
i'm missing something?
see, this couldn't have been any other way, but...
I really am bothered -- is that the right word? --
by the fact that if it weren't me,
then you wouldn't be entertaining this.

I want to pace.
In my head, I am.
What if this is--
I can't ask such questions, on paper,
or otherwise.
I'm going for broke on this one, dear heart.
All or nothing, yet, still, no loss.

So hurt me.
Cut me.
Another lost to the wind
I faintly control.
Perhaps the pain is a cop-out,
but i would much rather be the sacrifice.

Just don't walk away.

(You won't, I know, but
I wouldn't be able to bear the tracks
you'd leave behind.)

07/28/2003

Posted on 07/28/2003
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