does it matter that i dont write poetry about you?
i write about the moon, but the moon isnt you,
and doesnt love me like you do.
i write about the past,
that you never walked around in,
never shook my hand in, or kissed my mouth.
does it matter that i dropped not a single line
about your eyes, or our love, or your smile.

is this a prophecy?
if so, what does it mean?
i feel like a cryptographer,
trying to decipher the meaning
of a girl who uses words as her sword and pillow,
who does not write about the man
who hangs the stars on my heart?

i am ashamed of the dust that gathers in my hands,
why is my pen not showing me the way?
is this a sign, is this nothing?
are we cursed,
does this mean we will fail or fly?

11/24/2010

Posted on 11/24/2010
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