Dark Poetry Prose Poetry October 2, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

10-02-03 thursday 9:15pm brick NJ

i am not your tomorrow. time has no part of this. i am not that sweet taste on your lips. i'm only what craves it.

and we are not what these lives have claimed. we're just pages to be written upon. scribbled with daydreams. lines drawn and abmonitions. darkened with promises neither of us can sustain.

i am not your future. not your past. not anything we can have. i am not. never have been.

we are not love. we are what kills it. we are not happiness. we are the reason it isn't.

i am not. so don't ask me to be. we stradle this line between sinner and victim and try to lean into the kinder colors of the spectrum. we spend these nights ferreting out ways to prove how circumstance is wrong instead of us. but what have we proved. only just that we can't overcome.

we are not that happy ending. we're the wolf that ate grandma. we are not that candy house. we're the reason it fell down.

i am not your love affair. i'm just a body that wanted to be there. i am not your kingdom come. i'm just someone who needed what you did just as much.