Learning To Fly Without Wings

That's all I'm trying to do. So here's to those who helped in this, you're just another out-of-school lesson. All I can say is, thanks because now I know a little more about serviving here. So, go ahead, pat yourself on your back for your misdeeds!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

For You See, I Too Have A Love

I pick up the
razor,
wanting to carve in your name.

It's sharp,
painful almost,
and wouldn't dare make you a
permanent part of me.

The blood
and date
stain my skin

and a thought
shimmers through me.
"If she thinks she's in love with him,
Paying attention to me takes the backseat."

Even if you try to say
otherwise.

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