my words never make room
for my thoughts; these frag-
ments are always incomplete

expressions of the times we
nearly spent together- suffocating
on the same breath

and this mass confusion of true,
tried, and failed words
makes it even harder

this isn’t helping my case any-
my repetition of mispronunciations
is tying my tounge around the thought

that you too will be leaving me soon
with some broken butterfly
wings in a shattered glass jar

some empty promises for the get-go
a sloppy half-assed grin
and not much else

you warned me from the beginning
but who can blame a star-crossed girl
for mistaking your eyes for the constellations

and the flutter of two intertwined hearts
for the battered and bruised death
of a thousand butterfly wings

03/02/2004

Author's Note: this is, i don't know, so me.

Posted on 03/03/2004
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