colder weather.

i told you, baby.
i've hidden the beating
thing beneath the
floorboards.
to be who you are,
you have to be what you are.
i'm going to live
my whole life
in the night.


i'll wait until you listen,
i won't say a word.
speak for days,
and hours,
and years.
speak until
we become dust
in the wind.
the weight of
my thoughts were
too much for me
to carry alone,
and where were you?
you were discussing
the wings
of a butterfly,
and your thoughts
on a diamond's worth.

so we talk forever,
and you've said the
words backwards and front,
and back again.
they were never yours,
but what is it changing?
will it change anything?
can it possibly
stop me from walking
away?

i can list 1,001
ways to kill a person.
is it time for another
mark on the wall,
or am i just going
to forget it all.
victim. victim.
who are you?
your time has come.
am i through?



all i've asked is
a galaxy.
maybe that's too much.
i just needed to know
that it was something
you would miss,
and you set fire
to it the moment i turned
my back.

we are (obviously) not the same.