These walls are dust,
rising/falling over teeth
grating beneath
trembling lips.

My head spins,
remembering promises
lost by you and now,
now (if never before)
I want you out of
this head, this heart.

You
undeserving
friend:

raping trust;
breathing disrespect;
you took this love -
platonic and p u r e -
deconstructed it and
built something other

abnormal, mutant
foreign, destructive

built this world
in the pit of your
stomach with acidic
depression and spat
your manmade mystery
into my face, unsuspecting
and warm...

But this life
is floating on air
all in your head
and this friendship

dotdotdot

better off dead.

01/05/2005

Posted on 01/05/2005
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