She took my breath away and I
choke on a thought, stuck
between pages.
Like a butterfly,
there are pins in my wings
and I struggle to breathe again,
so I stretch my head back and spread my arms
 as
    if
   to
  want
    to
   float
  away.

You caught me
In-between pages,
and I have a
burning desire to smoke away
the strength I have left in me
so I might have time to forget for a while.

01/02/2004

Author's Note: I can't stand this "poem" but I won't delete it either. Public failure is the best way I know to try harder next time. P.S. Drugs are bad (mkay?).

Posted on 01/03/2004
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