my eyes burn

wet with loss

because I mourn for us

& all you care to acknowledge

is the blindness

blinded by a love

swore I saw this coming

tried to save myself

only to realize fate had

seduced us first

first seduction

always the most painful

in those intense, raw moments

when experience gently leaves

its mark of remembrance

remembering in vain

what came before the

sadness of this conclusion

receiving nothing but my

unstable assemblage of you

you

assembling yourself

inside of my punishment

once the object of each others desire

now our lonely echoes

simply make

10/26/2004

Posted on 10/30/2004
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