Deep down
insecure renditions
of haphazard thoughts
of precarious conditions,
I'm biting my fingers
and trying to pick up your slack...

But the waves
keep
pummelling downwards
The storm clouds are chewing
destroying our innards
your heartwrenched confusions
are gouging down
my
back...

Still you used to walk
with your feet full of summer
used to smile
and pretend you didn't have a
care in the world...
we filled in the cracks.

You used to talk
used to smile like the inner
child we were missing
or never discovered
You used to miss me...
what happened to that?

It's a shame you've forgotten
the way to feel sadness
between all the nonsense
the cold and the spotless-
you left all your brokens
as paperchains
tied to the fence.

I won't wash myself
in your old bathwater
won't take a dip
in the grime you've begotten,
keep your filth ring,
I won't ask you to stay.

Please keep your filth ring,

God I wish
you could

Change.

03/23/2005

Author's Note: Kudos to No Doubt for the bathwater reference, and for motivating me to write something.

Posted on 03/24/2005
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