i found this in a pile of papers. funny how some people are just good inspiration-or bad inspiration. i suppose it depends on whatever fortune your cookie gives you that day.
i need plastic surgery:
today isn't one of those days
that i dare to don
flustered cheeks and salty lashes.
such was never proper attire for goodbyes.
it it said halos resonate
from the digits of my countrymen,
but circles must be changed,
exchanged for parallel lines.
heartbeats have slurred
and the trembling of my thighs
is no longer convincing enough for you.
if i'd told you i loved you
would your shoes have shown brighter?
i doubt the truth
and lay here a liar
and it doesn't matter
to you, or me, or you.
seconds can't be divided for further analysis
and memories can't be formed with clay.
and i can't soon forget you,
but with fingers crossed i do.
