fieldtrip to dark part II

By the guppy
Date: 30 August 2000

fieldtrip to dark part II

a forwarded sentiment drips from my tongue you'll slip on it one day... for now, you're too young i bask in your love a peach on a windowsill rotting away at the touch of your lips how could i be good? how could you be harmful? this is pain by the armful... ...to remain innocent i joke to myself that the cards you've been hiding are gone you're not hiding a one why would you pull that on me? i'm just me... i'm not dead i'm not gone i'm no threat to you won't you please say a word? anything... please... if i cry will you know i'm alive? will you know that i feel? will a quiet attempt ever make me real? i cannot hold air with the slightest of breeze and with your slight of hand i fall to my knees your merciless form towering above all i know of this harm is that you call it love my merciless form my razorblade tongue gives birth to the serpents you should claim as your young would a morning rain ever wash away this stone? a million years of being alone might erode enough away to smile one day i call that hope i name me shallow-graved, destitute, afraid i lay me down your naked boy it's comfort felt in scribbled curses on my skin i feel wanted then i feel so special then you don't even like me much... i'm a sexual crutch i'm a sinner's saint i'm the best regret you'll have someday...

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