Thursday, April 30, 2009


there's an incredible rush of lost breath;
squeezed... constricted... 
as our lungs push against each other
compressing the muscle one more time.

to each other,
we are green kryptonite 
with an impossible 
language barrier.

your inability to 
i might be what you need
is ineffectual.

i let the day's float by
and ignore the incredible obviousness.
but it won't go away and
you say you see nothing.

i am not obsessed with you.
YOU are obsessed with me,
and you have to 
let me go.

you are here for me
but you refuse to believe.
you're stubborn and short sighted
and i want to go home.

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