Dark Poetry Prose Poetry SAD ART Dark Poetic Prose

1-01-05 saturday 11:05pm

first words come not eager. tortured code of the heart. forward, parenthesis, backslash.

<love>

charmed and deserving, but not had.

</love>

open and engaging,

everything about it right except the syntax.

these words that have always been with me have never been the words i'd hoped to say.

these words suppose to be my savior have salvaged nothing but regret.

can't take them back. can't close the dams they've opened up.

can't revive now all the things that've been drowned in their floods.

all the words i have, have never had the right ones.

it's broken. a link that doesn't work.

all the words i claim to own. they use me more than i could ever.

it's never right. it's never been. so long chasing my own tail. i'm exhausted.