Wednesday, January 26, 2005

all i have left of him

a gaping hole he
used to occupy,
some snapshots
that seem so trivial now
the things left on my computer
that i do not need...
i leave crumbled in my hands
the useless dreams of yesterday
like chattel in the wind.
let the rain wash away
my heart - i have no use
for the filthy little thing.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

keeping the bad with the good

if i threw away
every broken promise
all the times i cried
while you stood
silent, across the room
every single caress
that later turned
to ash in my mouth
every time you hurt me
all of your phone calls
the touch of your hands
in the dark
if i ceased to remember
all the times it hurt
and the way syou let me down
then i could scarcely
remember you
at all.