A Moment Of Clarity [Old Myspace Blog]
1:43am
A couple of seconds lying there next to you.
the slightest touch of skin on our shoulders,
arms,
hips.
Memories spill into my mind. Memories of everything that touch meant before
of what that touch would lead to
before.
and all the regular thoughts begin to race.
whether you are thinking the same thing
whether you want to move away
whether you want to move closer.
the book was never shut completely
the ink never had a chance to dry
before we tossed it aside.
because it was both of us.
who pushed away.
1:43am
and yet throughout the time we spent that day the words you so casually tossed out made me understand that what there was could never be again...
because it isn't the same for either of us.
like the lyrics of the song we used to hear,
"we could have been something great,
we could have made it, if we weren't so afraid"
and now we find ourselves in
awkward situations
wondering
if its ok to talk
pretend
that nothing ever happened
that we aren't the people we would have once died for
and yet you still are.
the one i would die for
1:43am
what once was ignorance grew to compassion
which grew to infatuation
which grew to something so much more
something so fragile that the slightest breaze would tear it down.
as gentle as the breath that carried the lie
and it did tear it down
peices
canonfodder
sorrow
pain
resentment
anger
guilt
so why do we now try to continue
as friends
your hand goes up and runs through my hair
"go to sleep"
the feeling is there.
the rush of a simple touch.
but it doesn't hold that same
expectancy
it is what it is and it is enough
comfort starts to set in
and your laughter fills the dark
this is all i need
i told you once that i wouldn't be like everyone else in your life.
those who ran away and never returned.
and i always keep my word
1:44am
A couple of seconds lying there next to you.
the slightest touch of skin on our shoulders,
arms,
hips.
Memories spill into my mind. Memories of everything that touch meant before
of what that touch would lead to
before.
and all the regular thoughts begin to race.
whether you are thinking the same thing
whether you want to move away
whether you want to move closer.
the book was never shut completely
the ink never had a chance to dry
before we tossed it aside.
because it was both of us.
who pushed away.
1:43am
and yet throughout the time we spent that day the words you so casually tossed out made me understand that what there was could never be again...
because it isn't the same for either of us.
like the lyrics of the song we used to hear,
"we could have been something great,
we could have made it, if we weren't so afraid"
and now we find ourselves in
awkward situations
wondering
if its ok to talk
pretend
that nothing ever happened
that we aren't the people we would have once died for
and yet you still are.
the one i would die for
1:43am
what once was ignorance grew to compassion
which grew to infatuation
which grew to something so much more
something so fragile that the slightest breaze would tear it down.
as gentle as the breath that carried the lie
and it did tear it down
peices
canonfodder
sorrow
pain
resentment
anger
guilt
so why do we now try to continue
as friends
your hand goes up and runs through my hair
"go to sleep"
the feeling is there.
the rush of a simple touch.
but it doesn't hold that same
expectancy
it is what it is and it is enough
comfort starts to set in
and your laughter fills the dark
this is all i need
i told you once that i wouldn't be like everyone else in your life.
those who ran away and never returned.
and i always keep my word
1:44am