Archive for August, 2001
You still make me lose my train of thought when you smile like that at me.
You still make my pulse race and take my breath away when you touch me like that.
You still make me blush and sigh that way when I think of you unexpectedly.
You still make cry when you leave like that.
You still break my heart when you lie like that.
It still makes me sad that you still make me anything.
Hate
so strong
my hands shake
my stomach burns
Hate
so all consuming
I lived my life
in the shadow of its form
Hate
Poisoning
Seeping into
my blood
flesh
bone
Hate
effecting only
the innocent
not the guilty
Forgiveness
so impossible
so implausible
Forgiveness
not earned
nor deserved
Forgiveness
Salvation
not for the violator
but the violated
I feel you
moving
separate
yet a part of
all that I am
Connected
by a fallacy
bound
by uncertainty
Too afraid
to move forward
to break
the bond
that still draws us together
Too stubborn
to face the
truth
What I feel
is
a shadow
a ghost
a memory
Part of what I was
not who
I am
