Oct 04, 2005 02:06
The whispers travel, weightless words
you haven't the strength to let me hear.
There are reasons that your name
etches itself into my memory when you're gone,
I am nothing but a coward.
My reflection tells me
how long I've really lived,
every moment waves across my lips,
my skin athirst and without touch.
I have been such a fool.
You opened me like a flower,
I caressed you untill
you began to breathe,
and I loved you once when
you melted my sky
and I was left with night..
I want to remember you just like this..
I would rather keep you sincere,
all that I've done is create
and destroy you..
I deserve
so much less
than perfect..
The whispers are your demons
silent and quick
painfully flying across the room
merely to harm me with truth..
Knowing
that you once loved me
is enough.