I should be sleeping in my heavenly bed
Instead I’m awake and obsessing
Over you, wanting to be the only one
Instead I’m the one you just say you want

I write you letters I never send
Because you won’t read them for what they are-
Photographs of my soul/my heart/my love
That you claim to want so badly for yourself

The hands spin and count the hours
Of our days together, a moon and then some
Leftover, meaning nothing, possibly
Everything you won’t/can’t/may never

Admit that I’m the jewel you never tire of
The only one you’ll ever need,
Touch me with your beautiful lies
That I yearn to hold onto
In order to be whole

If I believe you, will I perish,
Like the aged flower that I am?
If I deny you, will I lose myself and
All I’ve ever had to the man I thought wanted
But can never ever have.

10/15/07

deep, it really is sad we can't help who we love, or can we...at least you aren't disillusioned.....nice job, now go to bed.

wow Calleigh...keep digging out those old writings.

Really digging your style

What is it about 4am that brings out the best and worst (sometimes) in us.This of course falls into the category of "good stuff." Now do as huck says.........Go to bed.

I'll definitely be posting more, just have to weed out the crappy from the not-so-crappy. Thanks for the comments, I appreciate them.

I look forward to reading more.

very moving...love this line

"Touch me with your beautiful lies"