Wednesday, April 7, 2010
if i wasnt so freaking screwed up in school
i would.
i would.
i really would.
yeah right.
who's going to believe my gilded/glib lies anymore?
i dont.
i wish i could make it all right again.
i'd work through the night.
i would.
wave your wand.
turn us back.
frog.
and us alone.
rewind.
back to the time when everything was all cheery and fine
even though it was only our well spun lies
i would.
save me.
now.
before we crumble.
to dust.
if. we could.
if we would.
but can we?
isnt it all too late?
our web has melted.
into a bubbling mess of goo
too slick
clammy
agglutinating
adhesive
mucilaginous
and all too close to my skin.
swamped.
angel.
lift me up.
when will we rise from our ashes
again?
I just want to be ok.