Dec 27, 2003 21:35
how sick of me must you be by now
while you're standing just outside
of what your pride will allow
always reaching into yourself
to find a new way to understand me
when i'm sure that there's no one else
in the world who could withstand me
the first person in your life
to ever really matter
is saying the last thing that you want to hear
and you are listening hard
through the splintering shards
of your life as it shatters