the cut on my lip, the scar on my ankle
Thursday, Mar. 28, 2002 19:19
I know what you told me. Yes yes, a million times around.
You never knew, the blisters on my toes. You never saw, the cracks in my hands. i never told you, about the burnt tongue.
If it were a crash,
if it were a soda,fizz fizz fizzzing away,
no.... no, it would never be your way again, would it?
Survive early morning wanderings. The art of will. You broke aalong time ago. We are a suicide, marinated in the finest spices, and with a liberal helping of wasted souls.
you left me defective. You kicked through the sand castle. If you were to see my ghost walking down the street, I would hope that you'd notice my limp.
but there's the way it went. There's the way it happened.
and then there's the heartache
and then there's the heartache.
last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004