"the after taste of love is going to tear me apart"

despite obvious notions
i was convinced my love
was enough to brave
dangerous seas
and treacherous jungles.
but my love couldn't prevent
any natural disasters
in our direction nor
could it stop you from
taking off
to explore foreign places.
-december 5th, 2005.


all i have to say for myself is,
maybe it's me,
not them.

i keep wanting to pick up the phone and call you
but it's only self sabotage.
i'm infatuated with the impossible
and can't stop myself from kicking a dead horse.
i just keep on and keep on and keep on.