By ZoE
Date: 28 June 2000
Piano Key (why I am not here)
The boy in the shiny rich boy car
shows me the thin line between
kindness and cruelty is
why I am here
There are puddles of wet drying tears
lining crumpled sheets and dreams
of ex-lovers loving others
alarming me to think
that there is life after me
The boy in the green fatigue shirt
shows me that shame comes in
varying degrees
in almost identical shades
my lips can be pillows
can be handgranades
is why I am here
There can be superheroes in hopes
long lasting slumbers
Christopher, I have found
that sometimes your cartoons
cannot find faces to represent my fears
and ex lovers find their hands diving
through half-locked joints in my hands
"If only you could see me now" I'd say
The boy who holds discomfort with two hands
shows me that affection
can only fill up so many bottles
shows me bodies lie
that I am too trusting of strangers
that perhaps I care too much
is why I am here
There can be unrealistic love
like a Seperate Peace, Romeo and Juliet (overused)
I find the boy who can hold my body
is not the boy who's hands
are clasped around my piano key
The boy with the coffee eyes
knows the snaking boarder between life and death
is why I am here
is why rain cannot melt me
and tall canyons cascade through my dreams
that love is something he could never form
an adjective with
is why I am not here
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