March 18, 2009

  • Of all the things someone could ever ask for...

    Scarlet lace in her hair draws me near and...
    I hoped she would replace the doll
    with all the memories lurking in tranquil dreams
    my sleep would betray me
    I'd paint the sky with all the lies
    and quickly run out of canvas...
    This tragic fire burned the building
    We'd make it better with wooden boards and band aids
    This looming structure would soon be forgotten
    a beautiful arsonist,
    my severed phantom limb
    gone... yet lingering
    my photographs corrupted
    the malice behind that endearing smile, not present
    love me with your pathetic smile
    it's all you've ever known
    A touch of class  conceals your facade
    I loved your mask
    These ridiculous definitions of words that expressed my adoration
    I'd write you letters marked "return to sender"
    your smile and laughter echoed your flawless imperfections
    your eyes...
    If I could gaze into them everyday no longer would I need these sunsets.
    A fist clenched
    the fragile piece of lace burns in the wind
    Stockholm Syndrome
    and the victim fell in love with the captor.

    of all the things I could ever ask for

    These lucid dreams and sunsets I'd request..
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