June 15, 2004 - 1:02 a.m.
the maybe laughter
blood . bruise, gash../ splatter.
why do we hurt ourselves?
eachother?
I crash through walls of space;
fly
one day i will.
i want to tell you
want to say
the thing that cannot be said.
i want more books,
more red
more of your eyes and mine...
meeting,
sparking
and speaking.
i want to speak without speaking
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your vacillations make you even more beautiful.
secret.
fractured, broken , complicated
and
so beautiful.
if only...
and i write these words which can only be held against me,
in spite of...
their inefficacy
there is nothing
i can do.
but try
i would try.
if only i was there
to tell you
you would laugh
and i would tell you
and i would too.
