january second, 2008

I wasn't sure if my words were audible
over the music your fingers were creating (but I didn't care),
I spoke them anyway.
it wouldn't really matter if you heard them or not,
because there is nothing
I could say or do to change this.
the way you looked the way you spoke the words you said the way you looked at me then failed to look at me-
killed me.
and then your brother began to sing the words 'nothing's gonna change my world'
and I slid down the wall and hugged my knees to my chest
silently pleading for you to make me