Dark Poetry Prose Poetry June 5, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

6-05-03 thursday 8:52pm brick NJ

goodbye walked right up to me and slapped my face. i didn't recognize her at first. but the impression she left, it stayed.

in truth i am just a person with only myself to go to. by lies i am sometimes taken. it's easy when there's something you need.

if you're tired. if the sun won't rise. i'd turn off the alarm. i'd open the blinds.

but if you're bored. if you're just too lazy to find. i won't hold that place until the right person arrives.

the truth never seems to show itself until all lies have been exhausted. maybe it's the mindset of someone whose truths are all less than attractive.

so you stole my heart. you're welcome to keep it. so you fooled me so many times. i admit it. so you broke my heart on several occasions. it doesn't make that much difference. it's never been whole.

i'm just trying to get on with my barren and sterile existence. i'd just like to get back to my usual emptiness. take my heart. it's yours. i never really wanted it. take your victories. you may find someday you need them. you may find someday they are all that you have.