11/30/2009

brushed skin and open ended phrases
I couldn’t say what I’ve been chasing
but another week
keeps my eyes locked tight on you
my hunger pains ensue
and I’m begging for a scrap of you attention
I’m pining for a taste of your affection
grazed fingers with burnt knuckles
I can’t feel the heat
but I’m feeling something
who’s to say
who could possibly say
this mind of mine stays up too late at night
unless it’s your face
welling up
at the end of the day
you know I can’t place
I can’t keep the pace
I’d give up the chase
if I didn’t
need it
so much
--
pushed to the outside
on the outskirts of your life
bruising knuckles on bathroom stalls
because I’m
hiding this mind while I
work these fingers to the bone
dreading going home

we don’t speak
we drift from room to room
we chat about the news
the gossip and the high school blues
but we’re too old
faced so much
I gave up just enough
to justify this mind
this feeling jaded
all the fucking time

who are you who are you
and what happened to
the person I knew
swore you’d be by my side
for all my life
now I turn to a friend
I reach for a hand
and end up helping
myself up
again
on my fucking own

I never expected
all that much from you
but you managed to let me down
how impressive
good for you