You
And Our
Arguments, worn out like sweaters,
with patches on the elbows, slowly unraveling,
You
And Your
Demands, always wanting, always pushing,
More than I wanted, could have had, could have given
You
And Your
Pyromania, determining to build and to burn
The things that were good, the things that worked.
You
And Your
Side of the story,
Constructed to make you look like the knight and
me the distressed, the lost, the confused
Me
And My
Fault, for believing you were more than a reptutation,
for seeing what I wanted you to be, not what you were
Me
And My
Ghosts, lurking behind good memories turning sour.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Ghosts
Posted by hannah at 1:50 PM
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