you say i write to amuse you
and when i breathe it is no more, no less to you.
i am simply a ghost your imagination can't quit
put a finger on, an illusion you once had now
drowned out by valium & alcohol.

i wish i was like you.
i wish i was inside you and every single time
you smile like that,
i wish i could amaze you.

& i whisper fall into me, fall into me now
but you have already and now everything has gone
too far. i am not who i thought i was and you've
become someone else but still, somehow
here we are
and while i'm desperately searching for
words to write you are only sleeping.

all of the words we have left unsaid are now the only things
worth keeping.

10/27/2004

Posted on 10/28/2004
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