(no subject)
it was with an only slightly dampened sense of wonder
that I found myself walking in the rain at midnight
covered in newspaper
laughing loud against the silence
and thinking of you, childhood friend
reflecting on our lives so far
laying them beside the secret plans we once made
surely, it was not for this -
not these tired loves
(tired lives)
tired smiles
tied to heart's
failing words
how I long to scream you out of resigned sleep
if only for a return of the favor
because this
committed abuse
and endless self shaking
only seems to find me
burrowing deeper beneath
the bedsheets