Tuesday, October 20, 2009

this is tough

Less and less and less.
I became.
In the eyes
of those I left behind.

I had no plan.
No choice.
My heart kept growing
And at moment of burst -

Touch your man.
The wrinkles of his hand.
Let it fill you whole,
unbearable weightless,
infinite sand.
Bend every which way you can
For him.

Then bleed your hardening wounds
and breaks
All over the inside out.

Now -
the best you can.

When it bothered You
I ran and ran and ran.

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