hey.
i'm really sorry.
you were lovely. and you tried.

i've
never meant a goodbye.
but isn't it just time to start?

your eyes
and these endless days.

call to me.
i am a hunter in the wild,
surrounded by death,
impressed by his own wit.

my arrow is sharp but my aim is faulty.

hunt me now.
while i am tired.
while i am aggressively indifferent.
while you still love me a little.

catch the sorrow as
its legs
blossom like a millipede.

those thousand tiny drops of life you missed.

i've become
so very sorry
in a place where sorrow isn't valid currency.

when you died
the glass broke.

and i try to think back now
to what glass
exactly
but i'm too sad.

that's what you left me with.
i'm sad.

i listen to a train go by and think of
worlds that i'll never be strong enough to love.

a world with a wife or a house or anything.

it's coming now.

i loved you for your shame.
but you are born again, innocent.
how can i miss what's mine to claim?

so i read the paper,
think about my dad,
his awkward glasses, his bloody hands.
you look away
from recollections.
oh, glorious distractions.

i want the tv and computer on.
i want to sleep.
and when they ask me
what life is worth
my opinion will be worth less than life.

nicely done.

this one mkes my head swim. (in a good way)

Very nice. I felt this one.

Definitely what KC and Ruth both said..Another fab write PP..

plastic_pancakes.....you are an incredible wordsmith....

"Thinking of worlds I'll never be strong enough to love"...

My words will only get in the way... really enjoyed this write..

Very nice ... love the write ... keep it up my friend

IF you twisted my arm and i had to pick a favorite line(s),,,

"hunt me now.
while i am tired.
while i am aggressively indifferent.
while you still love me a little."

bravo PP :)