The last time the sky fell, I had never felt so broken.
It was a long come down from a hard trip
and the world just doesn't seem
like the real deal anymore.

So maybe I'll just stay in outer space for the next few days
until I work up the nerve
to either kiss him and not feel bad
about it or forget it
and forget it, and...

Forget it.
But what I'm really trying not to do
is leave my house at 2am
to go get pancakes and my mind blown

By some water color angel.
a face in the snow on a disconnected television
whispering little lies I let myself believe one lingering second at a time.

A black and white photograph left out in the rain and
xeroxed and
xeroxed and on
and on over
progressively dirtier glass,
and he walks through this dream within waking.

Larger than life,
is that so much to ask for on a sunny day like this?
What a waste of an otherwise perfectly
good human body.

I'm still waiting for you to
breathe again, out of your box, out of our coffin.
I'm still waiting for you to at least
pretend that you still want
anything more than we ever could have.
I'm still waiting.
and all I really want is you
to be bigger than your surroundings.

09/17/2010

Author's Note: becca rocked my world on this one! it was a blast to write with her again.

Posted on 09/18/2010
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