Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Its winter but I’m breaking sweat,
Maybe its because I’m broken but bound,
Breaking new ground,
I choke on the word like a fish bone; I swear I’d say it easier over the phone.
Or in my dreams, where I’ve said it a thousand times,
I swear you already know because you’ve heard it a thousand times.
In the summers you give me cold feet,
You make me meet my fear, I met my match,
I’ve reeled in a catch.
Why does hate come so easy, and the opposite make me queasy,
I hate the way you don’t know how much you could be,
Hate how you take advantage of me,
How you can’t pronounce Givenchy,
That you’re there when I want to be alone and absent when I need you the most,
And now I’m moving on, how you haunt me like a ghost,
Please let me be, set me free,
Let me sleep and have no dreams.