Just because I love you
doesn't mean I trust you.
You can't fill these spaces
with screams of passion forever.

You're just wasting time between
now and your next engagement.
Am I your pleasure cruise,
a vacation from responsibility?

How can you being so close
make me feel so far away?
I'm hiding again, behind this smile,
and I may seem to be present.

I'm not really here with you.
Just lying here, or running,
a million miles away from locale.
I'm wishing things were upright.

I'll shower alone, while you lay
on my bed. I'm staring up at streams
of water that complement my tears.
Because I know you're dying too.

But we'll kiss again at my front door,
and smile like we always do.
And you'll cry as you drive,
and I'll smell the pillow you left.

And wish I could tell you how it is,
to believe in something that once was.
And now it's left behind in the smell
shared only by my pillow and your hair.

03/15/2004

Author's Note: When routine has become your relationship, and you're both in a panic because you can't vocalize it to each other. So you just keep fucking, trying to find the love there but you feel so alone. It's the world turned violently in on itself when it keeps spinning but all the colours seem just a shade off. And you keep running at full speed trying to keep up, but you realize you left your shoes behind and your feet are bleeding as you run on the broken glass that is every feeble attempt you've made to regain control.

Posted on 03/16/2004
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