i never said this could be perfect
i only played with the idea and every
time my mouth got in the way i
found you with my hands.

and while i'm planning the murder of us
you find comfort between my thighs but
it has always been suicide with me until
you came along for the ride.

now i find myself holding my breath for
the both of us and now there's not enough
time for the things that are already dead,
for the things that were never alive.

this is as real as it gets and i really
need to go before i say too much
before i don't say enough and leave
you wondering why when all i know is how.

04/06/2004

Posted on 04/06/2004
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