Is it intimacy that you wanted from me
I couldnt give up what wouldnt come back
When your lover was dieing
and when you saw her crying
did you think you were on the right track

and it isnt so much that I hate you
and it isnt so much the affairs
Its the pain that you feel in the interim
Its the nothingness thats now there

and the pain aint as bad as the empty
and the half full she pours in your glass
Its a violet thunder to silence the hunger
a paintbrush to color the past

Bitter, her taste that you choke on
when she forced you to swallow your pride
and loneliness keeps you company
while silence sits by your side

And while your dreams whisper echoes
of what you thought we were
the arms that reach out to comfort
belong not to me but to her...

06/28/2004

Posted on 06/29/2004
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