mardi, avril 08, 2008

strings attached

i'm sorry i sought you
i'm sorry i seek you
i'm sorry i can't leave you alone

you are you
and you are me
and there's an us inside the we

talk can flat line
motivation lack
heart strings snap
memories die childless

i look with white-orb eyes
to my carcass address book
and its ribbon of x's
a page of "where you were's"

my heart hugs faraways
in emptiness my lungs breathe stupidly
little sister - know nothing

'right here, scout.
take my picture with this wall.'

my childhood
fixed immovable on you
do you pretend you weren't
do you want to make it undone
do you want to erase
you were
you are

the us inside the we