i can feel these words
stop the burn
just before my skin catches
and i light up the night.

i am an experiment
to see how deep scar tissue
can be before skin doesn't stretch
and i am immobilized in the moment
that everything else before came to.

that pinnicle of pain and beauty and being
my Everest, my mountain made of a speck of dirt
that shoved itself into my view to turn
the world i loved into a black hole
giving my heart a shake and a squeeze
and chilling me into pause until tears melted the frost
enough for me to speak.

i am selfish, because i want you to live.
you are too, because you wanted to die.

but my words trip
and come as slurs and
echoes
and mean nothing.

and mean nothing.

11/07/2007

Author's Note: all the things i want to say i choke on. you are importance that cannot be expressed.

Posted on 11/07/2007
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