i could have chosen a different thing to wish for;
but the fact remained. your eyelash was patiently
waiting on my fingertip, begging me to lightly
whisk it away. and who was i to lie to my hope?
i could have made something up,
but you would have seen through it- you always do.
this is the taste of a kiss still fresh on my forehead,
and this is the pain of saying the goal,
throwing it away. this is the eqivilant of
ruining everything for no good reason.

yeah, i admitted these things. i confessed,
came clean. but i'm still left with a lingering taste;
the one where i say why not;
(even though i know exactly why not)
and the one where you say why not;
(because you know that i wont.)

all of this runs through my head,
the instant before we wisk the lash away.
and then, you beat it out of me.
at that moment, i wished that
i had wished for something else.

but you and i both know that i never would have.

01/01/2004

Posted on 01/02/2004
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