Monday, August 4, 2008

I Could Handle the Lies I Told Myself


This wasn't what I was expecting.
Jesus. Oh Jesus god damn.
Dear lover, please grab me and steal me and
dip my fingers into wine.
Dab my wrists with perfume and pull my hair
until I stop crying and start laughing.
My pupils are big enough and I'll give you enough time
to read my mind.
Oh god, my god, I'm not laughing.

I'm not laughing.

1 comment:

tgrs said...

that is my favorite