By Shadygirl   fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 18 February 1999

Because...

Because tomorrow is still 
my favorite day of the week,
I allow my neck the limpness of shame.

Because I lie, and 
tell everyone he is no longer on my mind,
I force the tears to remain, unshed,
stinging my eyes.

Because of what I did with his love
and misinformed affection,
I withstand the aches in my shoulders
from quaking hands.

Because I am full of false strength
and mingling innocence,
I stretch my lips across my teeth
in dramatic performance.

Because tomorrow is still
my favorite day of the weak,
I leave my home and 
let the sun pass me by.