Bodies
March 7, 2009
If I've said it once, she said
Then you've said it three or
four other times
he said
Your uncertainty is certainly
killing me
And your flitting moods are like
the blue birds I see
after a new moon
Bright and worthy of remembrance
but painful as they come and go
Very painful as they come and go
An your hand won't always be enough
as it sweeps my own gently
My emotions will begin to slough
Until they gather at my feet
A mess for you and me
A mess for you and me
And no likes to clean
He said
Especially not me
The Paradox
March 8, 2009
Because you believe I
am a child
My own small heart is
twisting in its chamber.
My stomach feels as if
it has left my body to find
a life of its own.
Away from this
pit of despair
When you told me
You thought I was like a
child
It killed a part of me that
believed that you were a safe place to fall back to
to retreat to
You killed me
When you told me I was a child
and in doing so
I became a child
small
alone
and broken
[Note: Not my favorite because I was angry when I wrote this. I think I'm at my best when I'm sentimental.]
Black Dwarves?
March 22, 2009
I remember when [we]
you
were fading from this world.
And I always placed the blame
on [myself]
you.
(Maturity is so
entirely subjective that I beg
of you not to bring it up at all.)
I remember when we became
white dwarves wrapped in night
and desperate to find an energy
that no longer existed within us.
I was scraping.
I was trying.
I was desperate.
I was in despair because my expectations
had suddenly become false.
I missed us.
I missed our zenith.
I remember when we
[you]
were fading from this world.
I see now that blame
is such a weighty thing.
[Note: The words in brackets were supposed to be formatted as struckthrough (does that work, haha?)]
