I wrote this 11.21.04

"make me feel better"
she asks me
I want to save her world from incisions that pry at her stubborn skin
want her to
laugh
smile
whisper
like she did before he BURNED her.
she should know that I've been selfish
she should know that she is loved...uncomprehendably
Paper Hearts
and too much salad
70 miles per hour
and the night is between us
and... does she feel better?

(I don't remember what the last part signified to me. I was somewhere that you weren't)

strange ways
that we sit around on a bed
look at pictures
"we don't talk about that, ever."
blue walls, tangents
and
"the difference between you and me is
that i had a cup of coffee"
he wants $20
but i want ITALY and a
really good talent like
harmonica
a melody to break our worries
and it's still too many days til
i turn 17
but its not that many days til
i want to turn off the clock