Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 18, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

01-18-04 sunday 8:28pm brick NJ

foster lives. foster loves. care for them until fate sends them back to their broken home.

sometimes i wonder had things been different. who we might've been. but then i realize this would always be us regardless of how anything else was.

silence like breadcrumbs leaves a trail for me to follow when i am lost. it leads me back. back to my quiet beginnings. back to that lonesome, but safe place.

don't feed me full of happiness and then force me to throw it up. don't cover me in chocolate and then never lick it off.

i don't have to care. not anymore. it's too easy to leave it there on the side of the road and drive right passed. like pennies dropped. it hardly seems worth the effort of bending down to pick them up.

it's like snow falling. dancing in the sky so beautiful. on its way to dying.

i could close my eyes. close my ears. act as if it never happened. i think sometimes that maybe that's just what i ought to do.

i've never needed anyone enough. enough to picture a lifetime with them. i've loved, but not that selfish. i've loved, but i don't know that i've ever really needed anyone.

i've listened to your words. but i never was able to decide which ones to believe. i've let you inside, but i could never trust enough to let you touch me.