darling finds it hard sometimes to come
through. was that me or you who painted
our faces white with the lust for flight. sorry,
i seem to be. but never worry about me.
(he (didn't) doesn't. i'd have loved for him
to.) it's a bitch biting at our toes, counting
hours just to scratch any chance away.
you never know what tomorrow brings but
how 'bout the shit from yesterday! my,
my, my the way things change, climbing
to the top only to turn around. and i'd have
knocked you down but wasn't feeling so blue.
amazing the things you eventually get used
to. and you wouldn't have stood a chance had
i not been standing next to you. what, no
thanks, no sorry, no sexual gratification to
pass the time away. we were all monkeys little
one. i just didn't know you'd take it that far.
i wouldn't have let you in. always knock, knock,
knocking and who's the fool you love the most.
watch while i play with ghosts, become a ghost.
someday, you will know me, that face, that
place we wore ourselves into. and someone
somewhere miscalculated because i wasn't through
raping new ways to love you. just to watch
you bleed. just to watch you breathe. and the
question of the day started with just how fucked
up one person can be. i started with you. you
finished with me. the answers drowned them
selves just to keep from having to touch us. i
wasn't worried. there was no hurry in the escape.
i'd been there a spell before and i kinda liked the
place. but you had to go and do it, shooting
blanks into the air. dreaming of cinderellas to
capture 'neath your thumb. all the while i was
still there loving with my teeth and slowly skinning
you alive and betting all my girl-hood on a better
luck next time but there isn't going to be one.
everything is spent. so if you ever see the me
again who blowed your suck, who sucked your
blow, would you be so kind as to tell her where i
went.

and while we're at it, could ya give her a kiss.

09/11/2003

Posted on 09/12/2003
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