know you

November held its share of Fatal facts,
acknowledgement of realities is a cold occupation,
feelings can be seeded so easily,
the unsettling ones, most of all,

if you forget me,
i will forgive you,

you can try and forgive me.
i will just forget.

i'm feeling sort of silly, sort of strange,
i'm so sorry,
i really am
sorry,
though i'm not really sure what for.

its just a feeling,
a strange feeling,
one of the many i seem to
have.

i feel i've been thinking for miles,
but i've been sinking for inches, inside of my head,
and i'm dreaming for hours, perhaps, this time i should actually go to bed.

give me a list of your most unusual ones,
dreams i mean,
dripping wet motions receding into space,
perfect projections of inner rejection,
invite me in,
take me on a journey,
show me the world,
though i'll probably seem out of place.

draw me a diagram of your deepest desires,
an x-marks-the-spot-map of your heart,
give me just a shallow splinter of direction,
some small token to let me know where to start,

let me know you,
let me touch you,
your body as you move,
i want to taste your shadowy spirit,
be able
to
pick out
your echo
among the other bouncing disasters
sounding out down the hall.

i want to know you,
i want to hold you,
want to show you,
really get to know you,

i want to kill you,
because you are
me,
just a part of me,
one that always drags me down.















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