there are so many things about her that
are flawed. down to her eyes that are locked
away for fear of having them stolen. and her
hands, tied to the sides of every dramatic
ending where passion wasn't enough to stop
it, only enough to start fires where none was
needed. there are so many reasons to sleep
alone. to want to walk but choose to crawl.
happiness is an arrow hitting somebody else's
target and she will forget most things anyway.
to know a blessing in disguise is to wait for
the sadness to finally make sense. is to wait
for the sadness to become something she
can live with and love is only a four letter word
much like hurt, much like hate. and she will
become just another four letter word
much like lost, much like gone.

08/28/2003

Posted on 08/28/2003
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