I swear to god this town will kill me.

If I could just
get my head clear enough to focus
on something other than Home,
I think I'd be all set.

But, it's the unspoken
that really puts me off.

It's the way I believe everything
I see in your eyes.
The way that I pretend cloudy days
quench your lies and bring us closer to the truth.

But, I guess it’s just me
looking too deep in shallow reflections.

03/13/2008

Author's Note: i'm posting this a little late because, well, that's what i do, i do late. anita had a challenge, but i don't, except maybe to a bare knuckle brawl underneath the flag pole at high noon

Posted on 03/23/2008
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