I could be a godess and you

you could be there.

you could watch me drink too much and dance under the moon and her children.

the grass would be wet and cold

my head would be spinning

our hearts would be pounding.

my foot would slip

you could catch me.

and drunk as we are

off youth and cheap beer

we could look at each other

and forget

the hatred we've buried each other in

and the love we swore we left behind

and we could just

move into each other.

but that would only last a second

or a minute

or the night.

when the sun came up

heads would be pounding

and you would be full of regret

and I would be full of sadness

and we'd both go back

to pretending we don't love each other.

so maybe

I'll stay away

and you

you will keep forgetting me.

I** will look for you in the faces of those I pass by forever

Moments pass when I can't disguise it, even
If I try to shake those tears out of my head, I know
Soon I will break, if I can't push it back
Someday, hopefully I will be stronger

Your were gone before I even got to know you,
Out of my life you were ripped
Uselessness of memories, that only serve to remind me of what I no longer have

Every time you are away,
the vultures ask if I'd "like to play",
and lately I tend to say,
"Okay."

They invite me to dim rooms,
we talk about how all our friends
are "old friends",
we talk about ex-boyfriends,
weather, pregnant people,
and potential careers.

They ask if I'd like something to drink,
and lately I tend to say,
"Okay."

So we sip poison,
put on one of their country records,
or play some ****-poor movie,
and I never really say anything.

They ask if I'd like to lay beside them,
and lately I tend to say,
"Okay."

We undress,
push, pull, sweat, hate,
die,
and then the vultures
always make the eyes,
and I always have to
wipe my brow,
clear my throat,
and say,
"Our touch doesn't mean much.
Okay?"