Mar 07, 2005 17:00
I want you to fall
head over heels,
the space between
your face and the floor
meets you in graphic dismay.
I want to see
mahogany floors turn the brightest red
from the blood that leaves
your empty head.
Do you even realize I am listening to every word dripping from your mouth?
Do you realize I'm more about you than what it's all about?