&. it was sad and strange and beautiful.

Fourteen
in my memory i wrote you down in
ink. i never wanted to erase your
story even with the tragedy it brings.

One
death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft
brown earth, with the grasses waving above
one's head and listen to silence. to have no
yesterday and no tomorrow. to forget time,
to forgive life, to be at peace for once.

Four
i'm reaching for the phone to call at 7:03
and on your machine, i slur a plea for you
to come home but i know it's too late.
i should have gave you a reason to stay.

Eight
and the girls got problems. the girls got
stress. the girls got a .38 hidden in her desk.

One
so let me know where i should go, because
my feet won't seem to move. i'm still outside
your window, and the weather won't improve.

Six
looking upwards i strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between shooting
stars and satellites. "do they collide?"
i ask you and smile, with my feet on the
dash. the world just doesn't matter.

Eight
you listen to some pretty bad music,
you can't match your clothes and
you walk like a girl but i love you.

Twelve
stop swallowing glass just to
cough up blood for attention

Nomatter what i do.i always forget.to forget you.
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