she was
a mixed drink,
one part pills,
two parts misery
and no one
wanted to
take a sip.

the wind is brushing
up against my window,
not enough to cause damage,
but enough to be appreciated.

more people should be like the wind.

today i am numb

yesterday i was numb

tomorrow i will be numb

last week i was numb

next year i will be numb

and all of that makes
me feel even more *numb

i used to believe i was getting
better, but now i realize that i
never was. i have become an
addict, but not to a drug or
something of the sort. i am
addicted to my sadness and now
there is no hope left. you can't
save the damsel who's in love with
her distress. you can't beat the
villian when the villian has become
your only true compainion. you
can't get rid of the one thing that
has become all of you. you can't
and you never will.

i'm cursed with the
gift of seeing the truth.
my world of fantasy
was burned away. i wish
i could see what i want
to see and what i want
to see is happiness.
not only mine, but yours
as well. i wish to see
happiness for the
hurt and to still have
plenty left for newly
shattered.

one day
     the skies
         will clear
             along with
                 our wrists