i will not fight for you.
my insides have grown fragile,
i find worth by way of landfills and
half-hearted smiles

i wanted to give you something real
to smear in your gut & wear you draped
over me & all of my accusations that
went unheard

you were not there for me
even when you were, pushing
me into positions i could not shake
even after the smoke cleared.

this was my mistake, my coming here.
i should have left you standing there at first
glance, should have meant it when i said

it didn't mean anything.

and this was your mistake,
opening me over & over again
until it did, until it meant
everything.

08/15/2008

Posted on 08/15/2008
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