because of memory
your corpse will endure
but you will not
I’m scared of what I might find
if I dig deep inside myselfor deep inside your self
When it hurts to breathe
it’s time to go to sleep.
I remember a time when I
remembered everythingthen I remembered I was humanand remembered my forgetfulness
Must keep to schedule
cannot fall behinddon’t let your bodyor your desiresstop youor even slow you downwe have a curriculumestablished bysomeone or some peoplethat tell usthey have our best interests in mind
Self Pity
you came close
My eyes burn as dry
as the well in my pen;My words are as emptyas the thoughts in my head. I hear nothing next to methe place you used to rest;Where I used to listen to you breatheas I felt my heartbeat in my chest.
Why do your eyes come to mind
in times of solemn reverie?We found solace in our sorrows,but we could not share.We opened old wounds,and cut new ones.Everything red-hotor ice-cold.Like your lipsand your eyes.
