three bullets left & i'm lonely
and i think it's too late to say i'm sorry.

it's the middle of august outside while i am
sitting in a room with my winter
coat on counting my teeth with
my tongue.

(and i had said, i dare you, i dare you to run
and you did you did but if only you hadn't...)

we can't plan everything.

and
i never expected you to bleed in color.
for so long now everything has been black &
white, cut & dry. but i must say it was
refreshing.

who knew you had it in you.

09/17/2004

Posted on 09/18/2004
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