Written 12-25-05

Solitude begets thoughts I'd rather not face
And a face I'd rather erase
Like uncouth words from a crumpled page

This pen spits out words to land on your cheek
And they are as blue as my blood ran
That last time you touched me
And faintly green like nausea

So I'll do what I can
Do what I do so well
I'll encase my heart in cold steel
Greyer than that misty realm between friend and something else
Shut the joints and seams up tight
And throw every magnet in the ocean
I'll wrap myself up in these swirling arpeggios
And try to eradicate you from my mind

Neurons say bang bang

I hope you went home and cried too
I hope my five fingers are tattooed on your face so you don't look so good
I hope you hurt hurt hurt
And I hope those magnets stay sunk

Because I'm
not sorry
not sorry
not sorry