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some poetry
drifting like a gated note
inflated like we breathe
sown between the after thoughts
i'm torn and so unpleased
i dither in your lying words
and in my lies i hide
your heart is dust and my hands are wet
so i ruin you and you die
i loved you but i could not stay
i stayed but could not love
the way you told me pleasent things
was the way i broke it off
and on a plane i was alone
i crossed six thousande miles
but now i think id walk six more
just to see you smile
but i cannot be in your presence
for i know our love cant grow
towards the sky and naturally
you reap the earth below
i cannot think of a future where
forever we are not
but alas im tired of hurtful things
my blood begins to clot
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