Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Tomorrow must get easier

So we agreed no more
Because you are broken and so am I
and neither of us are fit for dating

And 63 dollars
of self bought flowers
from trader joe's
and a perfectly clean apartment
the day before Alicia comes to clean
a bottle of wine
and procrastinated homework
a freshly painted scene
from my last European trip

and there is nothing
i can think of

except you
except why not
and maybe just quietly
hope for the when.

we were perfectly

but you've told me not to
you've sent me away
because all this passion
is far too much

and you want an anchor
and I will always be a kite.

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