Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Fuzzy Memories of Someone Perfect

These lonely memories
Are giving a disease
Reminding me
That if I still
Have the capacity to hate
Then I haven’t grown up
Despite my fuzzy memories
Of someone I called perfect
Someone whose back I chase
And will forever
But I’m still drowning
In a complicated relationship
With, and simply with myself
Because it’s who I am
And what I do

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