Wednesday, October 15, 2008

not sure what to title

I've made up my mind.
I release my grip from you
and drain your venom of paralysis 
that numbed my thoughts for so long.

And don't come back
Expecting a reservation
For the heart you once stole
You trained it into emptiness 
But now the vacancy is full

My mind's full of thoughts
My heart full of him
I hear myself and the world
And you couldn't listen

Listen. Can you hear me laugh?
or Remember the sound of my kiss?
Your venom's simple remedy: I walk away
Your silence that was my torture 
is now my bliss.

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