you are so hollow.
is there anything alive
left inside of you
for me to touch...

i only want to love you a little.
but you run and you run and you
run

and i'm
running out of reasons
to stick around to help
you

find

you.

( when
i can't even find me.)

we're missing something here
a detail overlooked, a road

we should have took. throwing yourself
in front of shooting stars is a pretty suicide
but it does not determine all that you are.
all that you could be

to me. and i'm so lonely for you

and they say they think i have finally lost you
but you and i both know
i never really had you.

there was nothing alive left inside of you
for me to grab on to.

and i'm telling ya, i needed this like i
needed another hole in my head.

but i can't bring light to any of your dark.
sweetheart,
i cannot ressurect the dead.
not this time.

not again.

08/17/2003

Posted on 08/17/2003
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