its not like i had seen her before-
not like i had tried looking-
not like i knew what to say, to do.

gaze tilting upward;
feeling stabs in my eyes
sharp penance for crimes
i tried and tried to redeem

to no avail

i got my wish
now feeling my face kiss the concrete
in a way less than subtle
tasting the rust-flavored apology
drip dripping from my lip
prostrate
the pariah of my
(cardboard box)
penthouse.

looking up to the form draped in rain
knowing if i saw too clearly, i couldnt understand

her eyes on me now

dont answer
dont answer
i dont want to know

her eyes trace my wounds
completely oblivious

no, ignore this
ignore this
cant you see i dont want
to know?

Your writtings amaze me...

:D <3

Wow

Another good one

BRAVO

wow, thanks guys and gals.

well, gals. :D

Beautiful. Good job.

wooohooo, very tasteful indeed

thanks :D