do not. love to break you.

you, like oceans (spends me) dry: desert sand in hair and folicles collapse: trying to figure you is (harder than) architecture. and when i say, speak (in sinking mud) about love to break and see it through, try to get it down (spell you out in dead languages) and every series of numbers, every code of (thought) or system of (wondering) and lost (can't go) without proving you (you cannot be, will not be proven) or understood and you treat it (treat me) like pain (mine is just another thing that happens) and who doesn't know about that, right?

you've got better things to do than know i hurt, weakened: seeks slack and i am only just so close or far all at once (if none of this makes sense) i'm trying trying to be wrong, but can't believe it myself (to be wrong). further i reach out and try (work-horse hard, but) so carefully, armed (with silence) to hear your worry, but (nothing answers me) as close as air (you drop no liners, not a hint or clue or dance to ferret out) can't seem to grasp that hurt (pain mine affects you neither up or down) or if at all and so long now (counts times broken down, and you're words, words quiet -if at all- can't count you up or get a grip on how you feel about this breakage, leaking vessels, sleepless: worms away: you) nothing comes, it never adds up- don't think you grasp how just along you (strung) me, just (in totals) you: a terrible headfuck (almost two years) and drop like the bomb: you (this one broke the rules) good period free and sitting quiet, smiling (not enough) remembers walks through little parks (leaves crunch beneath tired feet) whiskey sips, untired, (dauntless) cigarettes move through (watch waters move) i dream slowly of you and you so drop me like a plastic shovel (in the mud) drags on (this version of me, now) and when it all adds up, i guess i'll get it, know it, draw it free (wither forward, moves at all) and how little (over -just,in- time) i moved you (or did i?)

2004-05-17 | 6:03 p.m.
0 comments so far