from now on, she says,
love cannot save us anymore.
the sky is peeling off
in sheets of scattered blue,
like the ocean of tears in
your eyes as you try to blink
back happiness,
and i wonder what good the
truth does us anymore.

(and i know we're beyond the
point of pretending now,
but i would take imagination
over reality any day.)

a/n: sunday august 30 2009 CE. 20:44.