Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 11, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

01-11-03 saturday brick NJ 10:10pm

i'm crazy. i know it. but not crazy enough yet to believe in things that can't be real. i hear your voice from that distance and you seem closer than ever. and i can't help wondering what might have been had i been different. i know you loved my heart, just the rest of me not so much. i know you loved me. i couldn't help but feel it. just that there were circumstances beyond our control. you may have loved me, but you couldn't love what i had i to be.

just remember when the world has gotten the better of me taht you were the one. that you will always be. that the first is the last. that there's nothing inbetween. i couldn't change for you. though i did try. i couldn't be normal for you. though i wanted to. but regardless, my love was just as real. if not moreso, then just as much. i'll remember you when i'm a ghost and still wish we could have shared that love outside the confines of this life and all its petty trappings. if only i could show you this world inside my flesh. you would touch upon it now and then, but it scared you away. it's no wonder, but it's amazing that you always came back. more than anyone you held fast to your heart. more than anyone ever has, you kept your promise. i won't forget.

you're beautiful and then some. you are what makes this world go round even when it no longer wants. i was who i am before i met you. before we happened to. i never meant. i never intended to. but thank you.