Wednesday, September 8

cause and effect


"You couldn't make something happen to me before you knew me," I say, but you could and we both know it.

My eyes are fake like colored contacts, they are so real and talking. I'm not sure you're listening. You grab my hand which is full of tendons and bones that are twisted from holding the pen too tight writing, you kiss my palm with soft lips. "Maybe I didn't do it," you say, "but I'm still sorry."

I choose not to tell you about the dreams.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

*ponders* hmm... *hug*

September 9, 2004 at 4:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it occurs to me that i dont have the convienience to just click save when im done writing comments anymore. ^^that was me, libby...
i dont like this note system... :-P

September 9, 2004 at 5:17 PM  

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