no where; in the deepest
concaves of my heart, did i think
i could be the one to cure you.
i dream of no such things:
of smiles turned acidic on
the roof of my mouth and melodies
that burn the very echoes of
our souls.

blinded; awkwardly as you
stumbled into my lap, resting
redeyes and oceans onto my
jeans, leaving just enough of
you to get me home.

i did not think i could bare
to watch you cry;

afraid to see what was inside
that mess of a man who still
struggles to be that little boy
i see in the pictures-

sunburnt, broken; I lose myself
in a wishingwell where the icecold
meets what’s left of my fractured
spirit;

a winding road with no beginning;
no end and no definite footing
to get us much of anywhere at all

and a sinking rowboat on a turbulent
bed of waves, because where ever we
go, we are going to drown..

though we did not ask for these, we
never do; you were the expert of this
after all and I know what I said

you will never see me cry;
i promise

but after tonight, and the things we
let fall amongst the eggshells, I do
not wish to be remembered as such;

because when the darkness faded we
were left: broken, yes;

but together.

06/25/2004

Author's Note: i did it. i made you smile through your tears and it has never mattered more. though, i lost a piece of myself tonight, a large piece, and it all belongs to you. // and i know, the ending needs some tightening any/all help will be greatly appreciated.

Posted on 06/26/2004
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