heart beating against the radio static
by:
poetic abortion (1/25/05; revised: 9/8/06)


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"sometime," he whispers, "your words--" he stutters and thinks,
hard, because this might be the most poetic thing he has ever
said (something thousands of others have said before, all over
the world)

he still believes in those manufactured fairytales his mother would
spoon-feed him while his father went away (to fight a big, bad,
ugly war; came back home in a body-bag); things she mocks
because she believed and it hurt (long, long ago)

"sometimes," he starts, "your words--" your careless, ugly words
"--kill me." (in that: i'm-gonna-blow-my-brains-out-just-to-
wash-away-the-tears)

(because things like once upon a time and they lived happily
ever after and tales as old as time [songs as old as rhyme
are such decietful, disgusting, dirt-awful lies)

"and i love you far to much," he whispers in her hair and the
scary thing is, he means it (for her, he'd bleed himself dry)

and she kisses him to stop the heartache from spilling forth,
"you shouldn't" because i'll only break your heart
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Note:
- tales as old as time (songs as old as rhyme) (c) Disney, Beauty & the Beast. Beauty and the Beast, Original Movie Soundtrack, "Beauty and the Beast."
- and i love you far too much (c) Bright Eyes, Fevers & Mirrors. "The Calender Hung Itself."
- and for you, i would bleed myself dry (c) Coldplay. "Yellow"

ETA: I wanted to do something shockingly different--something rather prose-like and, um, beautiful. Instead, you get this. Go figure.