as she cries she
rests her heavy mind onto
the kneeled piano, rivers
running down patchwork cheeks, crashing
oceans on fire to the ivory keys, surrounding
the last song.

it will sound until the
wind that has been knocked,
kicked, slammed out
of her ceases to blow her
to and fro between
worlds, and
lays to rest her heavy
heart somewhere
in between.

she will not find her way to one,
or the other, and
will drift, arms
splayed, legs
splayed, hair afloat around a nowhere,
nothing face, and
her heavy soul will be forever
lost.

After you leave, I smoke cigarettes until
I can go to the bathroom and
Throw everything up; all these stupid,
Useless feelings, and
They lie in the toilet until
I flush them away.

i have spent
too many days
in a home that is not
mine,

living
in a full house, a
house stuffed full of life, but
in an empty world, and

it is sad
to waste away
slowly,
alone.

what a simple question,
yet one i cannot ask;
why a simple question,
and so delicate a task?

am i a fool to go on this way;
will i be a fool tomorrow?
but what is it that i've to lose -
i've naught to lose but sorrow.

am i seeing things, in your eyes,
am i reading far between the lines;
such simple things, but i cannot bear,
to lose the softness of your hair

and other parts.

am i fooling myself into love,
a love that isn't real;
for you don't seem to understand:
it is i who cannot feel, and

i want, so much
simply to hold your hand,
to feel the tingles of your touch
but i know that you can't understand

that i am so far gone, and

a million worlds away from
your smell, your taste, your touch -
from your love, and i want it so **** much (to stay),
but i

am so far gone, and

a million worlds away

I had Forgotten
about this place, where
we used to sit
together, speculating about
life.

I Found it, today, where we
used to laugh, and
kiss, and
I sat there
alone, feeling the
shadow of only months ago whisper
regrets
into my soul.

Sometimes,
the way that things
come to pass is
beyond my understanding, and
I am torn up,
shredded,
split into a billion directions, unsure of
where they will return to, where
they will go, but

I have Never cried over you.