singlehandedly you have darkened
my days and left my nights teary-
eyed and broken. from across the
hills i can feel your catastrophic
glare, your eyes green with antici-
pation and your hands, slowly
strangling the air of this world.
i blame you for nothing, for you
know not of your doings and i'd
like to believe your intentions are
still good. you lay with the quietest
sounds in a bed of fallen leaves,
quivering that the breath you see
escape your lips is not quite your
own anymore, that you are now some
disjointed part of a deeper meaning,
of a bigger person than you could ever
hope to be. shhh. the hands that creep
from beside you are not foreign, you’ve
known them all along. they
long for you, as they always have-
to soothe that mess of yellow knots,
to pacify the bitter taste she leaves
behind, to sweeten the lips of the
one they cannot have. i wait for you
in the shadows of your darkest dreams.
i will rescue you, if you ask. though
i cannot be here forever. the moon
sinks lower into the sky and without
the fading light, we may never fight
our way out of this together.

and i fear the dark, alone.

04/30/2004

Author's Note: the evidence of an empty bed does not support my conclusion. i hope your eyes are shining, boy. i have not seen them in years.

(inspired, in part, by a journal entry i read on pathetic)

Posted on 04/30/2004
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