Tuesday, July 17, 2007
" i carry your heart with me"
i really did.
and i still do-- except that it is like a bar of kit kat
melted into a ball of mess in my pocket
which i try to wash away but still sticks to my fingers.
im stumped to even ask
how are you today
it was never so hard.
when i watch you
recumbent in your sleep
i wish to stroke your face and tell you
i love you and i wish i could take away whatever pain you feel
but at the same time
im angry and i want to hit you awake
and demand to know why you so uncompromisingly bring it upon yourself
i changed
to become someone so cold
because i thought ive witnessed enough
to not feel sorry for anyone
and now when it's pressed up against me
i rather not think about it
believing it will go away because
it is what you created.
come home...
im begging you
she's begging you
he's begging you
is that not enough?
she went to america, and never came back.
ching gave some lovin' at
3:51 PM;
