Saturday, July 25, 2009

day 5: im bad with messes

sometimes i sit and stare down the ocean
pretend i can reach california shorelines and stretch my palms toward it
and pray
pray that these fingertips do not fray while trying to hold on to you
enough has been broken
enough has been torn
i hope i find my home in less enough pieces to cary in my pocket
and your heart somewhere near the ashes of it all
we can rebuild together if you want
i wrote you a haiku the other day but was to afraid to say anything about it
so i tattooed it to my heart hoping its beat would turn to morse code and you'd know the meaning:

fractured, broken, hearts
my own hands are red with blood
im bad with messes

i love u

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