he holds me tight because he is afraid
of losing me, and i always leave him because
i am lonely.

he cannot shake this from inside of me.
there are too many drafts taking up the place.
i cannot help but to be so cold and he cannot help
but to try and warm me.

and he says my eyes are the most dangerous
eyes he has ever seen. this
does not keep him from moving closer
until i am breathing for the both of us.

i do not tell him that pluto lives inside of me
and that every time i exhale it is to escape
some kind of new madness that has found its
way into the shadows i create.

he cannot soothe these thunderstorms to sleep.
he cannot beckon them away.
my souls on fire and he won't stop touching me
and i will leave him again
because i am lonely.

04/25/2004

Author's Note: ill probably yank this one soon.

Posted on 04/25/2004
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