You have become the beating, broken heart.
A sound I can't ignore, even in the din of a
crowded city, where I can scream your name and
no one will ever know.

I'm trying desparately to avoid the fall,
where love catches me in it's brambled thorns;
cutting my skin and watching beads of blood
form in tiny dots. Every one of them would whisper
enough to set us free.

The tiniest piece of flesh inside me still loved you
enough to destroy me like this. I've got to cut off the
bloodflow, before it grows like a warm cancer, moving
bones and joints to fit itself between my breasts.


Instead, I keep laughing. I refuse to cry.
When you walk away from me,
I want to be able to say: Goodbye, good friend.
Inside, I'll still be crying: stay with me...

10/07/2009

Author's Note: I wish you would just make up your mind and love me already.

Posted on 10/08/2009
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