let me go
resist temptation to entangle me
yet once again

resist the chance to do what you can
and do what you must
for the both of us
step outside of your cage
and extend the pity to me

tend to me and walk away
show me you always felt this way
make it easier on the both of us
it's not about broken trust,
or unhappy years gone by

too much for each other
we make things such a bother
know I love and cannot stop
you nod and cannot yield, let us go from this place eh?

I JUST FIGURED OUT I'M NOT GONNA DIE YOUNG
you can't release what you never caught, you can't have what you don't want, nor wait for what you needed and never got.
I feel like crying and clapping every day, so much is changing, it's all so amazing but I can't ever find a way to talk to you. So I’ll sit and write another stupid ass poem as I gaze upon the empty aim box filled with me and you (both too tired from awesome heights, crushing confusions, and don't forget our unusual desire for learning–the awkward freak like contusions that make us each the best in the world) A poem I crunch between my hands, throw away and pick back up again? I wish the doors of a happy heart had room for all the bits of pieces, poems and insane reasons but instead it looks like I’ll struggle through and eventually stop thinking about you. Like the others I’ll flee from, fight with, "fuck you", and forget till I pick it back up one day when you once again cross my way. I pray no.
Just as long as I know how to say hey, maybe that won't be us-littered trash that crosses a path. Maybe what we have is more than that, and I need to wait. Maybe in the stillness of silence I'll see past this fast life, and want to share with you. And maybe one day that will be the same for you, which might be another thing that makes it easier for us two. In the meantime I'll write this stupid ass poem and wonder why I push away what I cannot easily call forth.

04 March 2005 @ 04:33 pm SOMETHING TO EXPAND, A THOUGHT TO THINK ON i saw the end of the universe too it happened right between me and you

Things can be over, and then not over. You know what I mean? We called it, “Trying to be Friends”.