im sick of
the feeling
that i have been crushed
by your dainty love
that your love's like
a storm and
right now is my eye
im standing in the middle of this broken windowed room
with your chilly air
brushing my thred bare clothes.
i wish for a kiss from your
perfect purple lips and for a simple
breath that shows you
are content with me
being who i am
i cant stand any longer
please bring me a chair
i am sick from the cold
from this beating
sunny skies and broken clouds
but the ground it frozen beneath me
dig it up
six feet down
and lay me there
for warmth
for security
for some love from the people around me
why are they all blind
cant anyone see me
cant anyone see my tears
and my addiction
that i need a fix for?
I wish for your kisses
for your shirt to lay next to me on the ground
for me to scream when i see you
in the shear terror that you might
want to be a part of me.
so when you burry me tonight
and pack the soil down neetly
on top of me
dont forget to leave me
with the smell of your love lingering
under my nose
because even dying
wouldnt be satisfying
without you somewhere around my soul.
10:30 pm - Monday, Nov. 18, 2002
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