(I)
It's like I'm in a dream
and you are the source.
A constant state of happy
All inside and behind a layer
of tears and devotion to you.
Crazy enough to want a peice
of you left on my skin.
A physical reminder that you
existed in my life. I strove
to hold onto you at the beginning.
Like a bird straining while held,
you needed to fly away from me.
I held on to you. More, held your leash.
You had a distance, rather far
if you ask me (which no one does).
But all the same, space.
And now you've pecked away
the flesh from my body,
and flew through the bones
and tendons. After all, I never had any
muscles (will-power, perhaps).
Not when it comes to you.

(II)
Our last kiss. A sad reminder of what we had.
Me, once more, striving to keep you close.
And you turning away as much as possible,
without loosing eye contact.
I didn't tell you 'I love you.'
It hurt too much
knowing you wouldn't say it back.

(III)
If you loved me then, as you say you did,
it wouldn't be this easy to end things with
me and move on to the next willing female
to let you inside her pants. But like you said,
it's time to move on to new people, new girls,
new virgins with cunts for you to penetrate.
Keeping the evidence safely inside a condom,
of course. Couldn't have you getting a girl pregnant
could you? No wonder your friends are losing
respect. Now they know what you're really like.

12/17/2003

Author's Note: andrew

Posted on 12/18/2003
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