Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 4, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

1-04-02 saturday brick NJ 9:33pm

i've written before and i'll surely write again. but as another reunion approaches i wonder how i can. i live and die to taste your kiss, but if you should bury me again i don't think that i can be ressurected.

if anyone can love someone too much that would be me. if anyone can take that happiness and extract all the pain from it.

and you've got better things to do besides. i'll be there when you have things to accomplish. i'll be there to make them happen.

i indugle too much and then some in the fragile pleasures of substance. but i can't ever give it up now. i can't go back to who i was.

i won't try when i know that it would be a pale sunrise. we could reunite as we often have, but i can't go back.

time nor others could never stray this love. you were the first. you were the only. take that with you when you leave. i have a feeling that someday you'll need it. and when you do and it's there my purpose will have been served.

i'm not looking for love. it isn't looking for me. i'm just a damaged heart waltzing on a feeble crutch. to the music that you bring. i never meant. i never sought. i'm just a lonely falling star that happened to cross your arc. i was never asking. i was only always trying not to want the things i knew could never be.

when i get too tired. when i haven't slept nearly enough. when the weekends conspire to impress upon that which i've not lived up. the words may come. you may even see some. the words are always there. it's just a matter of when they'll show themselves. i write. i always have written. and in you i found a new and better reason to. i'm not a poet at all. i'm just a lonely song waiting on your chorus. i'm just someone that you happnened upon. i'm just half of what had to be us. choices are left to the happy. and true love is for the lonesome. smiles are what we might have been. but this is us.