Tuesday, June 15, 2010

w e ' r e t o g e t h e r ( f o r b e t t e r o r w o r s e )

everyday i change.
in every pair of eyes i'm different.

they see me as the tease
the bitch, the whore, the heartbreaker.


then they see me as strong
they relay, they think i'll never break


but she sees me the way i am
loud, but silent, strong, but broken.

and she sits with me in the dark when
i make late night phone calls that should
have happened months ago, but no one answers

and then it's quiet again
and i'm back to me



in the silence of the dead of night
things can seem so different

from talk of neon bands and clowny-creepers
(and a little too-cheerful of a ninja)

you can feel that grin coming on
and that's how i know that i belong

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