May 06, 2010 21:33
hindsight
or maybe nostalgia
have had their ways with me
and now
i can't tell if
i want to be
bad
or if i just want to crumble
from the pressure
of the absence.
and now the inevitable is nigh
and i have to do it
again
to such an
undeserving
subject and i only
want good to come
out of us
but i know it will be
him who will
crumble
and i will remain in my own
small world of
misery
and disguise.
poem