Monday, April 18, 2011

And we dream

There were things I tried to tell you
But when I opened my mouth
You pushed in your splintered fingers
Like tongue depressors
I choked on my spit
And as if by instinct
You slid those wooden fingers out
To grab my face
What did you see in the mirrors of my eyes
That made you so angry?
I know that you intend to burn me down
Why hesitate to light the match?
"You are fire."
"You are fire."
"You are fire."
I heard you sing
"Then I must be wood."
We share that same tone
A sing-song excitement
Sometimes it made me sick
Mostly, it broke my heart
And now, I can see why you have set me aflame
Because when you sound like that
I want to kill you too.

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