:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Tuesday, October 14, 2003 ::

As I sit my heart trembles,
Heartquakes of my own "I refuse to say it"
As they tell you this is your last goodbye.

Hazy spiderweb memories
Get caught in my throat,
Coronary scars popped open,
Freshly stale wounds ready for me to feel.
And I cannot speak.

Bound to silence,
I sit through it and fight to scream
My rage
At their insensitivity towards you,
At their
Shit they're making you deal with,
But I realize I've done that to someone before.

And because I am standing in the way of someone you love,
My stomach rises in protest again.

And I know that your war will rage on still,
And I know that your storm will continue to pour,
And I know that your hearts will never fail,
As you two love each other,
And that is why you battle on.

And I am reminded when I felt that way.
An era of ideals and heartbreak,
Dreams of dreams, and shards of happiness.
And my soul cries.

I comfort it, soothe it, and realize that I do
Indeed
miss
Love.
Yet I refuse to chase it,
As I know I'll find it soon enough.

And as much as I want to make things right,
As much as I despise the pain that my spotlight has wrought,
As much as I think that my exit will bring back your sun,
When you ask if I'm sure,
I can't shake hesitation quick enough,
And I'll never be more ready than now.

You say I'm gambling, and the odds,
As always,
Are stacked against me.
You warn me of potential danger.
You even offer me an early out.

One never wins big without going all out.
Roll the dice.
I'm ready.

:: Rick Kitagawa 3:22 AM [+] ::
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