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basket case


[today]Dec 9th, 2006 6:35:52 pm - Subscribe

I am holding myself together.
a breath of wind could
dissolve me
and scatter me in a heartbeat.

senses dulled by dancing lights,
I am a collection
of disjointed fragments.

please don't ask me any questions.
my voice
is not saying the same thing as my face,
and you're not looking
at me.

I am a basket case.
(put me in your basket
and take me away).

why are my tears
always so close to the surface now?
for you, I wear
my heart upon my sleeve.

feelings that slept drugged inside me
are awake now
and ready to spring without warning;
so keep watch -

several gears are loose:
I may break down at any moment.
travel at your own risk.

for you, I wear my heart
on my sleeve:
vulnerable and open.

through the rain and mist,
I see the sky.

I'm going back to
the pretty bright lights -

out and up and away.

[I am]fragile.

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