:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Tuesday, January 20, 2004 ::

And the words displayed on my screen
I've seen in my head.
Premonitions of dread locked in my memories
And quirks out of place,
Not everything is right,
I can see all the traces of degeneration,
Regeneration too late, I resign to my fate

and lay my head on my pillow.

I wish to forget.
I wish
To dream of a time when my heart wouldn't break,
When the skies were blue and bodies weren't fake.
But that would be weak, and I want to be strong,
So I try and just suck it up, although this may be wrong,
I'm caustic and sullen, I don't like to converse for too long.

But please forgive the armor, the weapons, the masks that I wear,
The bluntness, the scorn, the lack of compliments on your hair.
Forgive my forgetfulness, my insensitivity, my baggage I bear,
The anger, the distance, the pages of work that I tear.
Forgive my poem, my words, my mistakes, and not being there
Because it's all because it
fucking
hurts
knowing
about me you can't care.

:: Rick Kitagawa 12:39 AM [+] ::
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