Friday, 28 August 2009

What a beautiful mess, this is...

This relationship we're staging 

Where nothing I do

Helps you smile.

Helps you sleep. 


My presence

More powerful 

Than me


While wasted coffee cups wait

Silently,

Poison packaged refreshment.


Every page

Drowned in 

Handwritten I love yous...

 

Words turn into knives.

Too much knowledge destroys

And standing like a withered tree

I'm Waiting to break

Being not stiff

But hollow

inside


Not knowing

How to handle

Someone who's so sure

That what they're doing is right. And painful.

How can that be right?



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