i was always so angry
you were never afraid of me
i wanted to sleep alone in the dark
but it was never dark enough
something about the weather you
said it makes you feel things
the rain the way it falls and covers
everything; wet as you had always
wanted me to be
i am a superstitious person i count
to 10 before jumping i never got
past 5 with you & i was smoking
and drinking and dreaming you
up into something important
close enough to look at too blurry
to touch (& there really is a such
thing as loving too much) i said
all these stars have me spinning
confusing sight with sound laughter
lives inside of trashbags so i guess
i'll see you around.

09/13/2004

Posted on 09/14/2004
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