[uno de siete]
I want nothing but to be your carbon copy,
All of your haves are my wants,
I want to wipe my face and see you reflected back at me.
Even my jealousy is envious of you…
Oh you with all of your attributes.
I would forget myself for you.
And knowing of you is not enough,
I need apostle status,
Need to drink from your chalice,
Need to feel your pain only as you would feel it…
All of my estimations come back to you,
Looking up to you,
I can't stomp my empathy,
When you fell… I fell.
And every time I cry, I taste your tears.
I can't help but idolize the idea
That you died for something,
And I am left wishing that I had that martyr attribute,
That I could die for something too,
Arms wide,
Legs crossed…

06/12/2005

Posted on 06/13/2005
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