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remember honesty
i remember naievete
holding nothing back from me
promises of truth and openness
standards i held up so high
but, only for you, i forget reciprocity.
i remember how hypocrisy seemed so far away
and now the seed has grown
a weed to call our own
so long ago, now a ruined effigy
in solitude and desparation
cradling myself in the desolation
crumbling bones and crude structure
first left then faded away
continually eroding, foundation falling
lost our purity
and dissolved we have become
separate, afraid to speak the problem's name
breathing in the silence like so much angry fume
forgotten what we were and what we stood for
and like someone drawn to something mysterious
bad for their health, but they are impervious
infallible for all their masochism
vaguely familiar,
the tears serve as the missing piece
like a memory, holding so tight to our minds
a vise of cold hands to my throat
without the will to realize
i'm dead already
but your eyes disregard the stimuli
the puzzle, we know, is already broken
and the pieces we've lost are rotting away
we barely remember
our mouths drawn closed, so rudely quiet
trying not to gape at what we never realized
how odd, to look into the present and see the past,
a lost age of regret and denial.
Posted: 2007-02-04 18:08:31 UTC

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2005-05-11 18:16:16wishing_on_stars
I like this poem. You're a very creative writer.