Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2005-06-15 23:11:00

Blood Sugar

Reading these pains
makes me hate me
for all the things I never was
but all the horrors I could be

still brew on the end of my tongue
You've got the eyes for
that kind of violence, boy
I stole your italics because you

stole my hope of staying noble.
You and saml your muck
and hopelessness rang so true
with me - with my quaint cynicism

that all the glass in me shattered.
I tell myself that love
(for the world, for these words,
for other organs of thought)

that love and honest
removed those barbs
those cruelnessess you caught
in verse.

And I nearly wrote just
that - seventeen rhymed pairs
full of hope begging you
to believe that

We aren't all like this
and that things can
smile and sometimes
love does not leave scars.

Those were the things
I sat here to write
but you stole them from me
stole that five year old's hope

of the world he was promised
when he still sat in the dirt
playing holy grail

and more - you know how it goes.
You tore out my safety
and I find myself sending you roses
and smiling - saying weakly
Do it again