12-22-00
"why do you look at me like that?," she asks.
"because i see what you see," he says.
so there's a shiney little dragon wandering the path one day. she's
crawling, climbing, dying to get through an opressive pile of roses
that they all throw at her feet. she cries for them to stop, for them
to hold back because it's too much, and it is. so the pile turns into mountains
and the mountains melt into sand, and the little shiney dragon is forever
buried and dulled to a forever forgotten crisp. "it was all for love," she would've
breathed, if she had a single spark of life left inside. "it was all for love," they'd
say, while every breath they'd breathe would be for her because she couldn't
do so herself.
"you're ugly," she says.
"only because i see what you see," he says.
i dream of someone beautiful as you. someone so impure, yet brilliant.
a fire opal slicked with grease, a columbian emerald smothered in ash.
you touch me when i need it most, and every time... like it is the
last we'll be together. the look in your eyes is a pure loss for
words. a loss of control spinning towards the true meaning of passion:
suffering and pain. this is the end.
"what do you see?," she asks.
"Desire," he says.
i can't ever think of you the same way again. i can't trust you, i can't
let you get so close to me. i can't let you lie to me or heal me or touch
me ever again. i don't want to hear your voice again, i don't want to ever
feel you breathe. i don't want to hear your heartbeat because i never could
tell it from mine in the first place. i tried, i listened as close as could.
i listened so hard that i heard something break my heart but i had no idea
what was snipping away at my vulnerable spots. i heard but could not comprehend,
because i never could tell your heartbeat from mine in the first place.