pandora's bottle

clear and desicive
hear touch taste
your goodbye
a made up ending
cliche and stale
hand you my words
invisable ink
salut to the irony
dramatic, staged
documented and reviewed
your mouth
my tounge
the lies in between
raise a glass to us
and all we failed to be
you'll thank me later
with you're breath
staggering away
true to life
or is it hell
when you don't want to remember
leaving me alone?


- - sometimes when things mean to much to me, this much to me, i can't express them poeticly.
and i hate that. emotional writers block - when there is just to much.
above all i despise that [about myself.]

tomorrow?
tomorrow.