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