Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 1, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

8-01-03 friday 8:30am brick NJ

you said i needn't admit -
to you, myself or
anyone;
that it made no
difference -
you already knew;

so why then -
choose those words?
take something this
good
and spit all over it;

are you afraid?
has guilt broken in?
is it me?
is it you or just
this situation?

you want me to
say it?
do the words
make a difference?
does speech somehow
make truth self-evident?

8-01-03 8:12am friday brick NJ

morning breaks my heart again,
just hasty words or head games?
i don't know,
but it hurts still the same.

trust i gave - you revoked;
sex is just sex,
but you should've known
it wasn't just that then;