The boy I've never held before
looks at me with eyes I know
and begs me to do something

anything

begs me to choke off the silence
with some kind of sign.

He knows that I know
and I know that he knows what is possible,
and that it is

nothing.


With unbound hands
I deny him.

02/16/2004

Author's Note: I've never known what it feels like to know someone cares about you, and to care about them, and to not NOT be able to do something, but to not WANT to do something. To hurt them again and again when you're free not to. To have no real choice but to hurt them because of the people you DO love and would never, ever hurt... and to have them know that that is exactly why everything stings.

Posted on 02/16/2004
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