Sunday, September 18, 2011

my regrets scream from my blood

as I type this out


a keyboard

how quaint)

as nimbly as manipulating a razor

on the skin of the throat

how many veins must I open

for you to hear and understand

or for me to quit and acquiesce?

so the stalemate in human communications

you can't live for me

and I can't die for you

so some of us mumble and others say "eh?"

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