Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 2, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

3-02-03 sunday 10:18pm brick NJ

if i'm old enough to be broken then i'm old enought to be forgotten when i'm gone. if love is just enough to take nothing and make it something. then the absense of can just as readiily take all your somethings and make them nothing. just lkes springing out of out from a dream. the colors still deep. but the images so fuzzy. if i'm trying to live a life that doesn't really belong to me. if i'm trying to be someone i can't ever be. it's only because i want you so much.

my limitations are obvious. my imperfections never relent. but sometimes iny our presen. soemtimes as close as we can get they amost vanish. liek i'm someone else completely. sometone you coudl actually need.

i still donlt know how to tell you the things that occur within me when time expands beyond the boundaries of what this relationship can stand. i still try to write. to explain what i can't. the depth of emtotion that still defends what ever mistakes we may have mae. how it all doesnt' matter. hwow it all wouldn't matter if i could see our face again and know that you've wated it just as much as i have. if i could believe that. or if you coudl somehow assure me.

i see your good intentions. i feel your honesty even as disbelief insures. i know why you do. and why you don't because our reasons they are the same. i know where you hide. and why you stay. because in ym life i keep that same place. perhaps alone together s is the best that we can be. perhaps where we sta is where we should. even if we could, ther are no gurantees we'd be better off. even if we would, to start it would ultimately mean it must end. and i never want to live to see that. i'd just rather hover here in our fear. at least thenwe'd still have eachother. at least them we would stil be what w are. `