fury is the hardest
to let go. that day i saw blue
red orange and fireflies dove
into a sea of biting dogs. i
panic. i rose to the occasion.
i hurt because i don't
how to ache or heal or freeze
my tears, but you...you equal
death. not real death, but death
in the way that i could never see.
friends or just
pretend? that i
could never see, just as you
never saw the real me. frozen in
a tear, dripping with lust and
fear, feeling your presence near,
all that i can feel,
you and a
few wounds to heal. forever in
the sense of being too close to
never, and will it always be
never? i want some closure here.
i want you without my
know i can't resist the passion
of your kiss, the touch i'll never
feel, but a kiss is just a kiss,
or is it more than this? from here
to where your comfort
sarah said, you'll dance with
flies, and break my bones with your
sweet hiss, a kiss, my bliss, and
too much of this. i'll never know
what could have been,
have been, you should have been.
eat my breath and taste this lie,
a broken phony alibi, and you're
too honest to make me cry. don't
believe what you hear,
what i say, and can we begin again
someday? forget the rest, what we
have said, in one short moment,
we'll all be dead, then we'll regret
what we never knew, the
don't find love so true, and here
we are, waiting for the truth to
knock upon our door, a feeling hard
but soft alike, frightened our hearts
and weakened our
sights. i feel and
breathe and never will know the pain
in my heart is sure to grow. within
without into the fire, sarah says
again this time i won't lie.
you. me. life. death. we won't be the rest.
A/N: "Sarah" refers to Sarah McLachlan.