Thursday, April 27, 2006

dial tone.

Leave a note at the backdoor
Put your innerness all over me
I want something so true I can’t feel your eyes on me.

How drastic change doesn’t irk me anymore.

I don’t mind scars on my wrist with a memory like you.
I don’t love falling unless you are there to miss me.

A window will let you see
While others will endure your on looking.
I have found myself watching you watch me all night.

How your haste and reckless choices no longer surprise me.