Sunday, March 20, 2011

who needs the bird.

once i held you tightly in my arms, your ears against my chest. i stood with you and softly reassured: you are the only girl i would throw away a cigarette for. and she, one hand on my knee and one hand on my cheek, said she would never understand how you could walk away. the moon like sun in my eyes. chain smoking reds in the aftermath of rain. go on and drink away my memory. try your very hardest. i will show you co-dependence. i will show you pathetic. i will show you desperation. and now, let me reassure you this:

standing, smoking, barefoot in my lawn.
i'm still smiling--my hope for you is gone.





you will never hurt me.