they may have been right.

Mar 03, 2008 - 08:31 AM PST

in the daylight i can remember
how the water reflected off
your brown eyes with heavy upper lids
from the draining kids you took care of
and how you carried their song voice
home on your shoulders, like wings
so we could pretend to be three and six
and fall asleep holding hands

all of the mistakes we have
crossed out has the back of my
noteback looking like the inside
of my arms, racing stripes
for a slower driver
i dont hold it against you, those
mistakes humans make that ive been
hoping would someday make sense to
me, like flying over this burning
continent one more time and escaping
the city that has maps stamped in sneaker trails
of every place we stopped to kiss, to
get high or to hide, the places i first
listened to the cries, unconvienantly
disguised as something else, something far
less serious, something i could handle

it leaves us in a seperate space and the taste
of old blueprints stapled to my ceiling
still hasn't covered up the mountain
of feathers stolen from my back to keep me
tied to your wrist, it's delicate and it's sick
i've forgiven the mistakes we made, along
the way i hide them deep as deep can get
but in the clarity of this city asleep
the rooftop catches all the wind that has
come to carry your letters off, the ones
you never sent, it wasn't so bad then
now it's all dead weight, the simple things
i brushed off with a glimmer that they would
come to be, died at sea or somewhere
between there and me

the thing about being invisible is no matter
how many times i try, i'm still the shadow
left in the corner of your eye, with lungs
like mine it's getting hard to breathe
the dust that's been piling up on your side
of the bed