You were the smart one
and I was the follower
i always wanted to be as confidant as
you apeared to be.
You were the talent
i was the face
not now our
parts have changed
you
it was always about you
and that was okay with me.
still is okay with me
i told you of my lack of
interest in hair ribbons
and my love for
barefoot walks home.
She was my bestfriend
the one who knew each skinned
knee and tear on my body
she washed my hair
and now
we cant even
sit in a room together
without fighting.
I loved to learn
to sit in a classroom
smelling of chalk and cotton
t-shirts.
To be the first one with her homework out
on the desk.
to use an orange crayon
until my fingers rubbed
too close to the picture.
now i am just sick and
want to be with my
keyboard all day.
The cups used to be on the right and the spices on the left
but now mother has
changed that
and I have strict orders:
not to change that.
My life never came with strict orders.
no manual on how to handle change.
i feel like just throwing it all away.
1:29 am - Sunday, Jan. 05, 2003
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