I remember now
how you looked
[walking away,
because you did it again]
Chest full of
a breaking heart
as your lips gave voice
to a lie
[no tears left--
but I could see them in your eyes]
Hairline cracks and
jagged edges,
crumbling walls
[so beautiful
in your shattered state
that I almost wish
I didn't ache
to piece you back together]
Can I fill the holes
with myself?
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Once More, With Feeling
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"Can I fill the holes with myself?"
Great line.
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