'GELO
you had to sit beside me,
and drown me in your pungeance.
did you think i would tremble at the sight of you?
you had to capture my oracle's heart,
and whisk him away from my clutches.
did you believe that my love has faltered?
why did you have to smile at me like that?
and help me relieve my pain
and relive my doubts?
what have you in that mind
that made you believe the farce that i was?
you've won. now leave me be.
My place. My nook. My home away from nowhere. Here where the sun thrives on my body's ink. Here is where evil is reborn. Eternally.
Aug 2, 2004
stritnet
who am i kidding?
i felt bad about how
you looked at me tonight.
'was cold. like you never knew me.
i was really hurt.
'wish i could curse, but
that's uncalled for.
everything is. even this.
WEDNESDAY.
when i walked into the shop
i wasn't expecting you to be there.
but there you were.
working there, again.
at that place where
i first met your squinty eyes.
there where i succombed to our feeling.
but things changed.
seeing you there made it even worse.
WEDNESDAY.
While i whisked my heart's fill of thinking,
i heard your voice in the background.
such asweet voice
humming in my ears.
i was distracted for fleeting moments;
but i had to write.
i had to write about you.
about me.
silly of me to have let you go.
but i never let go of the feeling.
never have.
looks like i never will.
and i'm not fretting about it.
because i have chosen to hold on
to the feeling that used to be us.
WEDNESDAY.
that look in your eyes
when i bade goodbye.
it pierced me dearly.
i was merely a visitor at the shop
now.
who am i kidding?
i felt bad about how
you looked at me tonight.
'was cold. like you never knew me.
i was really hurt.
'wish i could curse, but
that's uncalled for.
everything is. even this.
WEDNESDAY.
when i walked into the shop
i wasn't expecting you to be there.
but there you were.
working there, again.
at that place where
i first met your squinty eyes.
there where i succombed to our feeling.
but things changed.
seeing you there made it even worse.
WEDNESDAY.
While i whisked my heart's fill of thinking,
i heard your voice in the background.
such asweet voice
humming in my ears.
i was distracted for fleeting moments;
but i had to write.
i had to write about you.
about me.
silly of me to have let you go.
but i never let go of the feeling.
never have.
looks like i never will.
and i'm not fretting about it.
because i have chosen to hold on
to the feeling that used to be us.
WEDNESDAY.
that look in your eyes
when i bade goodbye.
it pierced me dearly.
i was merely a visitor at the shop
now.
Jul 30, 2004
what wretched woes
we weave for ourselves
and what littlest atrocity
we succomb to.
however our souls decide to reap
the fruits of our indifference,
lest fate meddles,
be happy of the new morning
that dawns our meager breathing.
***
the other night i saw two people i have affinity for, sitting somewhere they shouldn't have been together. but there they were. and i shuddered at where i stood. because i still felt something for both of them. at varying levels. and yet, i tried to keep calm. and i did.
but it wasn't much help.
***
that night
when i scolded you
over the electronic quill
i could not quite comprehend
why things had to be like this
between shrinks.
but they are like this.
we are tattered.
or at least i am.
wednesdays have never been the same.
because you've erased them
off the calendar.
***
it is my fault. bear with it.
ancient one out. in the cold.
somebody hug me? as if.
we weave for ourselves
and what littlest atrocity
we succomb to.
however our souls decide to reap
the fruits of our indifference,
lest fate meddles,
be happy of the new morning
that dawns our meager breathing.
***
the other night i saw two people i have affinity for, sitting somewhere they shouldn't have been together. but there they were. and i shuddered at where i stood. because i still felt something for both of them. at varying levels. and yet, i tried to keep calm. and i did.
but it wasn't much help.
***
that night
when i scolded you
over the electronic quill
i could not quite comprehend
why things had to be like this
between shrinks.
but they are like this.
we are tattered.
or at least i am.
wednesdays have never been the same.
because you've erased them
off the calendar.
***
it is my fault. bear with it.
ancient one out. in the cold.
somebody hug me? as if.
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