Thursday, 17 February 2011
And the Pioneer Saboteurs
Is that how they all live, we wonder. Yet they obviously don't realise it, we conclude.
I know the best hiding place ever - you won't find it, even if you say you see the blink of eyelashes, the quick inhale of concealed breath and the sudden silt falling in the air, heady, like secrets.
Why do I want to be lost when it seemed to be getting back on track?
Was one nonsuccessive conversation with you all it took so send me spiraling?
Was it the work of a subject curriculum, that proved too much for us, meaning me, to bare?
No you're making excuses and you know it.
So selfish! So undeserving! S0-don't say it.
I'm so disgusting. Too late.
Your smiles, I feel them all over your embrace. Encompassed. Surrounding. It is a mystery how they fill you up and you pass them through your eyes to saddened ones. Please don't meet me for your soft lips on mine again, I never deserved it.
Do you feel like just sleeping forever?
I am scared.