Sunday, February 13, 2005
http://www.deviantart.com/view/15096061/
seriously,
as horrible as i look, i really like this one.
i met you under the cherry tree, you saw me sitting alone and said, you're not alone, baby. you drove me home, kindly from an everyday party. tiny behind the wheel, more confident than I imagined You, insecure, in the cage chair, hiding your face, behind the words ,in your book, many would never hear. I died to have you come here, inviting you in. You, sad and thin, seemed happy and full then. maybe ready to sin. winter never dressed your painful legs. a scared canvas, trembling with you through our first kiss.
i imagine it snowing, on your pale face. and your selflessness walking to see me. when i told you no, it's too much, it's too cold. covered in melting glitter. I'd wait up for you, I'd wait for tomorrow. I'd wait for you. Drunkly falling for you, I wanted you so bad to be my baby. We broke each others cherry trees, you made winter warm to me. You made me want to give, what I never gave anyone. Just like everytime I was sick, you were there, with something.
Sometimes your hand was the only thing that mattered. And your body I discovered more and more, each day was a map of past pain and memories, that I adored. Because somehow someone just had to. I never thought I would be the cause of the deep ones, that would never leave.
A lie and a farce and a fake;
x 12:03 PM
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