Friday, June 3, 2011

because I will

i should not write today or tomorrow
because i will be too honest

i best not embrace joy or feel sorrow
because both will only cause us unrest

i cannot come here with you again
because i already imagine us while asleep

and i recognize your fear of much too much
because what I feel is always far too deep.

so instead i bury my head in the sand
salty skin, crisp tan lines yet with no anchoring hand

because if i share what you want - my soul will inevitably pour
and a picture perfect performance will reopen this door,

and all i can hope is that in time I can care less
because i fear you will never care anything more. 

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