Sunday, October 7, 2007

picking up broken glass // beautiful & far away

it didn't matter that you were selfish and distant or that the house was always a mess.
it only mattered that we were all together.
and though our love never kept up with the laundry or paid the bills on time
it was enough.
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i'm like the little engine that couldn't...
hard like my father and often mean
would love be impossible like one of those puzzles with too many pieces
---all looking the same & never fitting together
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and the next time i see myself i'm punching me dead in the face...

i screwed up. the mature, responsible twentytwoness has been compromised.