May 29, 2005 03:00
Some days, I wonder if I'm even real
Missed
Loved
Or just a plaything
Like any other
My mind in peices
Grasping at worn cloth and
Sparse horse hairs
Sawdust leaking from
Ripped seams
Left and forgotten
Burned from necessity
Real as the twitching whiskers
Or just something left on the shelf
Just Velveteen
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no need to shout... :\
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Only when we sat on the porch,
it was magical there,
jealousy and resentment floated away
in plumes of smoke
and exhalations
and sighs on fingers full of mistakes.
I know what its like to be leaking all over the place,
sometimes I think we leaked all over one another -
sometimes I could only bear to look at you when I was half drunk
if you weren't laughing
because I needed your smile to fuel my own
and I'm sorry that I was ever that broken in front of any one
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