Saturday, February 12, 2005

a letter from the past

seems like years in the making,
but only took one moment to happen,
spent a good year recovering,
shouldn't still care but i keep forgettin.
trained myself to filter out bright lights,
seeing things in the mirror so clearer,
reading everyone for what they hide,
strolling along no longer with fear.
then you return carrying b.s. in hand,
and i laugh because it's desperate and sad,
cause i read you like only i can,
knowing i was the best that you'll ever have.
still the thought lingers near in my dreams,
and the memories rise up from the ashes,
maybe there's more to this than there seems,
gotta kill this bird before it hatches.

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