A Collection Of Words

1. Jan 20th 09

And I knew it would be your song before the words were sung,

But I knew it couldn't be our song as the chords were strummed.

We played each other so well that we are still ringing with the sound.

Just look what we've found here at the end of our beginning,

Here at the end of expectations

Just look what we've found here at the end of the idea of "us":

The notes fade

As voices crack

-Just like you and I.

We broke ourselves apart and now we're trying to find a new shape

A new way,

A safe way,

Or perhaps simply a silent way

To be.

2. Jan 21st 09

We said we would laugh at the story we were writing

Even if the ending wasn't very funny.

And we said we couldn't cry, no matter how sad the beginning-

But the middle was fair game and we scaled the span through the

Seconds, minutes, and hours,

Ink, letters and -finally- words.

No one knew how to pen the last paragraph,

How to structure the last sentence,

Or how to bear the final aching word.

3. Jan 21st o9 #2

You strung the bow

Aimed the arrow at my heart

But forgot to loose the string.

We're suspended in the moment,

Waiting for you to break or bend,

But in the end

I think I'll walk away

Instead.

From you,

From all of this Don't think I'm judging you

Just know that I'm blaming you

and there aren't words left in my head to build us up

only to break us down.

So I'll leave you alone

Until your arm falls,

Until my guard drops-

Until we're ready to be nothing.