I'd wake up;
and you wouldn't tell the difference.
Will you ever tell the difference?

Empedocles

I can't belive you would even think of flaking out on me.
What kind of friend are you?

Empedocles

Wind of confusing, take me away -
He held his hand out.

The moment, held so still;
but not for time to think
itself - held still.

I gave in, you too.
I wasn't thinking, wasn't thinking.
It felt real, but at the same time so different.
But it can never reverse.

Empedocles

I reached out my hand,
"amends" I said.
Yet.Your.Hand.It.Did.Not.Reach.
The.Hand.That.Reached.In.Reconcile.
I'll reconvince myself, for a while.
That even if you disagree,
you'll never take that part of me -
that tried and made the effort; she
will hold her head up so high, you see;
but will always be in pain.

Empedocles

FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU.
ASSHOLE.

Empedocles

The stares were too long to answer any questions - your hand, I couldn't decipher;
your intentions - not so clean were your stares. Daggers.
I held back.

I gave in.


I lost.

Daggers.



I regret. My chapstick. The dim lights. My keys were so close as to opening my car-door. But.


And nothing. I hear nothing thereafter.

Empedocles