[today]Feb 8th, 2008 12:19:28 am - Subscribe

across these empty reaches
of white and waiting
I flee understanding,
wanting to remain numb.

for my glass heart I fear -
words pursue me across the paper.
you live in all of my words
but you are no longer my home.

so I run; and every time I smile,
everything I taste or feel -
everywhere I go without you knowing
where I am - does not seem real.

stone that I am, I have not
changed my mind, nor yet let
the killer hope dissolve inside -
my glass heart has not worn to sand.

pain follows, but cannot have me.
and without meaning to,
I hope you read these words:
I live like a bird but love like a mountain.

so I run, I fly; I become a kite -
praying this lifeline you've thrown
won't hang me. I fall in flame and wait,
desiring to rise again from these ashes.

[I am]in pieces.