Monday, March 23, 2009


i saw you in memories

of that time

beautifully preserved

as some women would store a wedding dress

to hand down to a daughter who wouldn't be caught dead in it

because it ain't the right style no more

i see you in memories

of that time

which I've held onto

the disintegrating papers

full of lies



with everything dented

but a strong will

to carry on

between the fucking and fights,

and the faux glamour of the poverty we pooled together to have,

the faux jewels glisten

even though it's distant

i see you


catch you

out of the corner of my eye

still you want something

and i

something else

always with the divergent aims

always with the

this and that

and what for?

the heart don't always grow fonder

sometimes the heart gets




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