Saturday, February 24, 2007

last night.

fools like to swim in this
you're pissing razors
into your own
is the hand a weapon?
is this hand your brothers?
small heroes
make mediocre decisions
done with doting on youth
done walking short piers
i just want a chance
to breathe
to kiss
without expectations
it's getting hard to see at night
i wish you'd just hold my hand tighter

this was all my best efforts to care without you knowing.