I was mistaken when I said I was a poet,
a writer,
a friend
and a lover

I was mistaken when I told them I wouldn’t leave,
that today would be forever

I was right when I said I didn’t have a soul,
that those things could not possibly exist
around a person with only an empty cage inside

and I wasn’t sad to know these things

on all accounts, I seemed just fine,
just dandy with the results of growing up
and finding paths away from home

I think there are too many words to fill a page,
an abundance of occupied space that really shouldn’t have been
occupied

you’ve been giving me new windows to see out of,
brighter stained glass doors
and a revised definition for the word together

this page suddenly doesn’t seem so full
and the whiteness isn’t so stark

consistently, I have been living with flattened tires
and a pretentious sense of love

I think you’re my way out of this crowd,
my way for a renewed vision,
and I’ll be damned if I’m going to mistake
absurdity for kindness again.

01/28/2009

Posted on 01/29/2009
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