I made the web of sleep
Capture your delicate eyes.
In the summer mood swings
and effervescent night lusts,
I have not fully escaped this dance.

The time says 23:11 and
My head falls to the floor.
I wish for every inch of the sky
To concave inward,
For nothing makes this go away.
Nothing makes this wrap its fingers around
My neck.

In my seventeen years the moon
Has always watched my back.
The quiet destruction of my
Guarded protector
Makes me throw my hands to the spirits
And pray for retribution.

I lied when I said
I was indifferent to the freckle
On your pinkie.
And when I walk away,
You can call my bluff,
Call me an asshole,
For I cannot touch this.
And I do not want it on my concious.

So, gather me in tepid water and
Smash my guitar.
I cannot place my hand in yours
And make the fall.

12/20/2003

Author's Note: "When I say 'You sucked my brains out,' the English translations is 'I am in love with you, and it is no fun.' For I do not use words like love, because words like that don't matter." -Ani DiFranco

Posted on 12/21/2003
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