you had time
07.29.03back&
forth
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have i told you latelythat i don't make that curve to his house anymore
maybe i say hello
maybe it hits my heart when we're dead together
but i don't make the drive
he comes here instead
.
from the exhaust pipe
i sail out onto new wind
leaving rust and rhythms
patterns fingered in dust
letting sands fall through
i miss the old you.
i miss the old me.
i miss the old us.
.
"remember when we were nice to each other?"
i said to you.
you didn't answer.
.
i knew when i couldn't stand the smell of you,
feeling sick, you on my clothes, you in my hair.
when i saw the words "tasting the pillow with my grin"
and it all felt so far away.
i knew when i wrote a slam
i spit you out
i threw you up
i was your disease
i set you to my rhyhm
gave you a beat into my pulse
and it will never be final
or quantized
we're taken too many steps
in opposite directions
.
you don't sound like yourself
someone else's voice
i catch myself in someone's skin
and send myself straight to death
but you've caught on too quickly
and save me instead.
.
i'm sorry you
i'm sorry me
i'm sorry us
thrice over and it still feels blind
in words
you'll always been five minutes away
my heart won't change
and you won't leave.
so in the summertime
we hate each other
to lessen the pain
or to regret the way
we forgot about everything
and how we've changed.
when you'd skip work to see me
when you'd call me just to say hey,
want to hear all about my day
when you'd worry,
make me music for the long days,
go anywhere just to be with me...
when you'd whisper.
do i paint you too pretty?
yes.
so i'll be gone first now.
i learn everytime
no one likes the hero.
no one likes a good friend.
you had to be both.
now, you're dust.
and i'll take the ocean anyday
to memories of you
dry and rolling
down mountainsides.
so between if and when
i'll write you a letter
send you a story
kiss you goodbye
and live on..........
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