Monday, May 17, 2010

What's Necessary

Silence in the avoiding words: fine. you. okay. love you.
You don't know the meaning of garlic mashed potatoes,
nor do you figure to make them the way you used to. I'm
an ocean nothing floats on, and your the swimmer swimming
in the lake. We were a chord progression, designed in
melodious harmony, new, free from face, from saving. And
now we're sinking. Your drowning, I'm spoiling, selfish
in an "own way".

I've pushed and you've pulled. And you've strangled.

You are the ocean. I'm imperfect. But you are the ocean.