Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 3, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

07-03-04 saturday 9:21pm

strawberry angels with tinsel eyes. sweet, ripe and sparkling against the moon's early light.

drawvbridge lives. open to let the big ships cross through. and i'm waiting. feels like forever waiting for them to close up and let me move.

maybe they just never will. i think they just might not.

it's like waking up from a dream before you've realized that's what it was. and then suddenly everything good you thought was real comes undone.

07-03-04 saturday 9:26pm

don't hold me. not like that. sit there saying you are while your hands are tied behind your back.

don't tell me i'm not alone. not now. not like you do. when you may as well be on the other side of the world for all that i know of you.

you lied to me. you said the sex was all that we'd lose. but now there's hardly anything left. idunno. maybe that was all we ever had.

last year i never would've imagined that those small sparks would do so much damage. i knew it would hurt. i knew this. i just didn't think it would be such a slow recovery. i guess i must've believed you when you said you'd make it easy. i don't know why i did. but i was wrong. you're just like the rest. i'm only good to you for webpages and sex.

you're no different. you just had a better excuse.

07-03-04 saturday 10:43pm

i swallowed it all. never thinking it would come back up. i always welcomed the fall. never thinking about how much pressure it would take to stop the flow of blood.

you're so over. and under i still lie. you're so on with your life. while for me, it's still sad to watch it die.

no matter who. now matter how. i tend to love just like it's the first time.