It is nothing as raw as these nicotine stained moments.
Moments I could never shoot to death or rip to pieces.
Instead, these seconds belong to you,
As I create an image of love and my heart.
I stained your bed sheets with my tears,
And cursed your pain bringing touches.
As if my promiscuity could erase my past,
I am sorry I hate it when you touch me.

The levee broke, like a fragile shard of glass.
There is nothing I can say,
To let you know how scarred my palms are
By your whispering.
The breath comes quicker with the night.

Are you still waiting?
Waiting for me to kill myself
Or for the next big hit?
Can you remember my eyes on you spine
And the fact that I adored you?
I have yet to find anything as beautiful as this
Glimpse of rain on the horizon.
Nothing as pure as your dark eyes.
Forgive me for never being the light.

01/02/2004