Knives dig so deep
my heart sings for
pieces of the youth
that seems to be
discarded like the rest.

So people dance and
saunter by as I struggle
to put the pieces back
into one single puzzling
time.

Only I have the one
piece that leaves a
hole in my chest.
So I stagger on
like all the hopeless
saints.

Death lingers like
baker's steam in
the world all around.
Dreams break like
the crashing tide,
and I'm only there to cry.

Tears break and
I am standing all
by myself.

And it ends with a lung
and a gasp.
Thus the world becomes
me and I become it.

So daggers glimmer,
and your smile draws
the first blood,
but I will say it
I love you.

Friendships you gave and
the warm hands of strangers
clasps me and holds,
but I wish you'll let me slide
away like the sand.

But you keep me and I am here.

12/07/2008

Posted on 12/07/2008
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