May 31, 2009 00:36
you sit
the couch sinks beneath you
she looks on in wait
you open your mouth
words spill over
they mean nothing
she knows
tell the truth
it comes
but not all
never all
because you're wrong
something broken
or perhaps always lacking
something is missing
you fear that she will know
you fear that they will know
you are wrong
and they are right
and nothing can be done
it is too late for you to be fixed
if you can be fixed
because you are wrong
because you are ugly
because you are worth less
because you are worthless