Time drips down my walls
At a gush, at a crawl.
It feels like years
Since the day the skin
On your hand touched mine.
And yet this wound
Is still so fresh
The smell of iron turns
My stomach as I try to sleep.
If I knew then, what I know now
Would I have hugged you so gleefully?
If I knew what I was in for
Could I have resisted inviting you home?
Somehow I think that in another life
I'll make the same mistake again.
Because all the things that pulled me in
Will always make you wonderful
And in alternate lifetimes
You forget all the bad
And are left only with the good
Even if the result will always be
The same
Published 2010/07/25, write a comment
