Sunday 4/22/2007 12:35:00 AM

I built this demon. From the toes to anus. Bent over on the toilet. Angry bowels scribbling down the words. In fits of vomit. The perfect truth of every heart is that love is our greatest flaw.

I had your eyes with me when I finally decided to change. I stencilled the pocket on the back of your ass. The little lies make all the difference. Especially when you know you were wrong.

The little wings of birds you can't name. The frail medicines you say make it better. The people like fireflies on the horizon. So far away. You wonder how you ever knew them.

1 comments:
De.vile said...

It's just a matter of words...you can make what you want with em. Don't know where I would have been without them.



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