we were worn,
& rough around the edges
but to eachother,
we were brand new,
innocent of our past ventures
& almost
beautiful

& then
the clouds parted and all was exposed
i was dirty
you were guilty
your eyes glazed over, & mine
closed completely

you quit listening
i had nothing left to say
you got good at leaving & i
stopped begging you to
stay.

08/01/2008

Posted on 08/01/2008
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