Dark Poetry Prose Poetry February 22, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

2-22-03 saturday 10pm brick NJ

it's funny remembering is, when you didn't mean to. when everything is dark and life comes in those slow sips. appeasing, but not quite quenching. they're strange the colors and the strokes that life paints us with. there's no telling who or when or why. there's no preparing. only dealing with the consequence.

hey - if i love you it doesn't have to be so hard because. if i love you it doesn't have to break any hearts. it didn't have to, but i let it. you never meant to, but i made it happen. we could've loved without all those complications, but i just had to make it hard. that's what i tend to do. take the best and make it wish it had never given me that chance. sometimes that's just what i do.

hey - if we love, it can be just that. no need to attach scenarios. if we love, then let's do it. discard all the shadows that follow it. pierce not the flesh, but the heart. trust not the feeling, but rather the bond that holds us still. trust in now, not tomorrow. hold not your thoughts for a night that may never know us. give now or risk missing your chance. love me now and i will do the same. love me here and now or just don't bother.