Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

“I Love You” is so played out

I was not born your rose,
But a vine that strangles
The guardrails surrounding
That small section of land.

I knew from my earlier excursions
That my Romeo offed himself
Before he and I shared a kiss.
It was our only tragedy,
A meeting that never took place.

It's nothing worth being haunted about.

It strings thought up and down
My face, my heart swells
With yearning, my eyes
Bulge in some kind of fear.

It's no big concern.
I have known a heart
Blackened by lies, so
I will too know a heart
That let's the red run freely.

“I Love You” is so played out.

November 12, 2005

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