i think i hate you
when you make kind comments
lovely brush strokes
i want to break into pieces
and fall down throught the cracks in the side walk
every few moments i look back at yr picture
walking with ian
i wait with my heart torn
knowing all i know
but taking beauty from what you've given
and i am no one
and that is what i'd rather be
i've been on the wrong side of the fence before
i've wielded knives until my wrists were all sores
but i see no better way
than knowing a friend is better than a bystander
that a hug is better than darting glance.
