12.12.09


i hang my yesterdays on a coat rack as i walk into the room and in my pockets
i've stuffed broken pieces of myself and a borrowed smile is stamped on my face.

i know i shouldn't have come here because it only leaves me with my beliefs held
high by clumsy hands and i realize i always end up with handfuls of empty promises

but this time i would like to believe that maybe something is different.