I fall hard.
Its happened before.
I find myself needing to take a shower and rid myself of your scent.
G-d how it follows me.
Its happening again.
You climb in any way you can.
I let you in,
because loving you is letting you.
Hold my hand,
I want to sing.
Hold my hand and heal me slowly.
And just like that I'm on the floor.
You are gone and in your absence,
I find the pieces of myself I let you touch.
So cruel, my friend, so cruel.
Pasts haunt and I scare you-
the way I am not just brilliant.
Not. Just. Brilliant.
Remember that when you remember me.
Man, you will say,
I never knew she could sing.
And I can.
Off key, uncharted- terrifyingly accurate notes.
Here's one:
I told you so.
And I'm on the floor. Knocked down.
Defeated.
Dreaming of tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow I will eat grapes and
think thoughts of other things.
I am compromised.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
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