of which i'm ashamed
for what it's worth...
we started with the things that didn't matter
and moved on
until our words ran dry
and our hopes all fell to the ground, bleeding
like they meant more to us than they ever really did
---like what we felt was as important as
anything else.
and when we fell to the ground bleeding, too,
everyone looked at us in immeasurable disdain,
wondering why it was that only when we lay in the
chaotic dirt, on the floor... why only then
do they notice that are dreams are all broken, there, too?
and now, i think it might be time to try something new. not that anyone will ever know it exists... but it never hurts to try anything once, i suppose.
well, anything that doesn't end up being fatal.
and who knows...? maybe something good will come of this after all.