The weight of your head presses against my stomach
Your soft weezing fills the dead room
Funny
You only come around
when you sick
Am I your medicine?
You stick me in your cabinet
forgotten
until your head fills with cluster
until your throat begins to swell
your pain drains from your face and
you remember
that pretty girl
in that cabinet
right around the corner from our memories
that girl feels right
my key fits correctly in that door
its always open
is that what you think?
is that how you feel?
was her door not the right fit? Was it too small
too crooked
am I the right fit? Or
has your key broken down the grooves to my lock
comfort is what my body holds
in its folds and silk skin
that is why you show up on my step
your skin shimmering in the flickering yellow light
your hat pulled low covering your eyes
the spider's web that comes from your head
in thick white cords avoiding the world
you come and climb in these covers
my covers
me
you want me to fold you into
me
envelope you in my folds
hide you for the night
just enough for one nights sleep
but hinges only hold to rotting wood for so long
I dont know how much longer
you can unlock this
door
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
The way it is
I love you
I always have
I always will
There's nothing I can do
That's just the way it is
I always have
I always will
There's nothing I can do
That's just the way it is
look what youve done
I know this is right
but it feels so wrong
Its lonley here
in this heartbreak you left
I see its left you too
Everytime you come by
you get smaller and smaller
the love you held has drained
Your left with nothing
but skin and bones
your skin drapes
over your body like
a wet sheet on an old tired line
that twine is tired now
its come undone
everything is undone
look what you've done
but it feels so wrong
Its lonley here
in this heartbreak you left
I see its left you too
Everytime you come by
you get smaller and smaller
the love you held has drained
Your left with nothing
but skin and bones
your skin drapes
over your body like
a wet sheet on an old tired line
that twine is tired now
its come undone
everything is undone
look what you've done
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