roll on sweetheart,
the stars have not been crossed tonight,
and i am raw and open to your blows.


go ahead,
penetrate the surface and make it hurt.
you never stopped before and this time
i don't even care.
most of the time you finish and open the door
to my departure.


i'll make it known just how small you are in every way,
and when they keep coming to me for advice
about the love they think they're in with you,
i'll let them know what mediocrity they're awaiting.


sometimes i think there's something more to you
than sarcasm and expectation of self-serving prophecy.
i wonder how often you cry.
how can you ever sleep?



i love it
that you only want me
when i'm at my most ambivalent.


i dreamt that you were changing identities again,
and i woke up with your former self
watching me sleep.

i'm not as stupid as you think i am,
and i'm not the whore you know me as.
i bet it stung to be turned down.

i will not make the same mistake twice.
i have more pride than you have advances.


eat your words, with both the mouths
of your two faces.

02/16/2006

Posted on 02/16/2006
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