Friday, February 24, 2006

you should have killed me when you had the chance

it is the same harm
with a man feeling bold
cut ripped and marred by self-imposed ideals
but the shape finds its home
in reciprocated convex/concave

after you've left yr seed
ill bury it in my memory
as the best thing that ever happened to me
where someday my fist
will fit inside yr face

some time ago
a harrowing tale of misspent love
all on a selfish one with short exchanges
finally you have truth
sutured inside yr cheek bones.