06 September 2010

If We Become Friends, I'm Probably Going to Start Writing Poetry About You..

There are ways you have that you don't even know about.

Sudden movement stirs me awake and I blink
alive to a T.V.-lighted world.

We've matched up, like something you'd seen
in a commercial one time: Pleasing and artificial.

Because looking at me isn't really seeing me.

I want to breathe life into you,
so I press my lips down on your lips, like a lifeguard,
and pretend I've just pulled you from the waves.
I taste the salty and breathe a little more of my
air into your lungs.

You do not stir.

You are barely alive and even my oxygen
cannot revive your sleeping heart.

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